[ She places her device down so that she may see it and be seen by it in her turn as she uses her hands. One silver braid has already been let down, and now she works on the other with fine fingers.

His request is expected, and perhaps there's some weary humour to the fact that Tyrion does not even need to ask before he makes his guess. ]

When I have claimed my place on the Iron Throne, and Jaime Lannister, should he have survived, is brought before me, is this what you'll say to me?