[Despite his stoic demeanor, there was ire to raise. The election, Baelish and the new distance between him and Daenerys had pushed him to his limit. It wasn't going to solve anything and would likely push her further away, but this was a moment when control was out of his reach.
She at least hadn't turned off the feed.]
No, I don't think that's possible.
I want- [How could he put it to words?] I want to try and earn back your respect.
[ He says he is no wordsmith like her advisers, but has a way of saying the correct thing. Words land like flies, judging by the way she shakes her head, subtly, as if to rid herself of them. Correct sounding words aren't to be trusted.
But one of them is 'earn', and surely, he knows that can't be done in one phonecall.
[He watches her, looking for any sign of making an impact. Yet she was hard to read, in all of the ways that his father had been. Her opinion and regard meaning as much to him as Lord Stark's had as well.
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She at least hadn't turned off the feed.]
No, I don't think that's possible.
I want- [How could he put it to words?] I want to try and earn back your respect.
[And trust, but that was left unsaid.]
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But one of them is 'earn', and surely, he knows that can't be done in one phonecall.
After a moment; ]
Would you like to know what it is that I want?
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He nods.]
What is it you want?