Kind of a cunt, indeed. Fortunately for Daemon, Jaime is the last person in existence with the right to throw stones, given that he's kind of a cunt himself. He is crass and rude, speaks of iniquitous things intended to scandalize, and has a penchant for being deliberately awful at inopportune times for the sheer sake of being awful.

Just because he was raised highborn and grew up in the courts of kings and thus is well-versed in proper etiquette doesn't mean he always chooses to exercise it.

"Never been to Casterly Rock, have you?" A question answered with a question and an indignant scoff as Jaime trails after him, perhaps foolishly, towards the dragon. "I shirked many lessons in my youth in favor of cliff diving, so no. I am not afraid of heights."

Wait.

Jaime stops, looks between the prince and his dragon.

"...why do you ask?"