
Ask Jaime isn’t the only one taking questions! We all are open for business still! :)
(Source: askjaime, via ask-jorah)
I don’t know where you got the idea that I was doing any sort of singing.
You are one of the last people I would sing with, even if I did sing. What are we, some sort of—what do they call it, boy band?
Oh, wait—-

……………………..my adoring public?
The public, as far as I know, does not adore me.
………………………though I do get a lot of requests to take off my shirt….

Dancing for who?
I’m not sure why people think I’m trying to…impress…any ladies.
If I wanted to do that, I’d just take off my shirt.
Sometimes I think some of you only like me for my body.

(via roosebaldton)
Dancing for who?
I’m not sure why people think I’m trying to…impress…any ladies.
If I wanted to do that, I’d just take off my shirt.
…wooing Daenerys?
I…I’m not sure—what makes you think I’d be interested in wooing the khaleesi…I’m only her knight, my lady.
*needs to pause after the strength it took to say that with a straight face*

As for singing…I suppose you’d like to hear the Bear and the Maiden Fair or some such nonsense. As if I’ve not gotten that before. I don’t sing. *whee, lies everywhere!* And I don’t really have much of a lighter side, I’m afraid.
Particularly those of you who sympathize with the bear.

((by which I mean, you should all go follow and ask Lynesse things.))
No matter where I go, I will always be of the North. Even whilst I am sweating in the deserts of Essos, winter—the Bay of Ice, the cold of Bear Island—is in my bones.
Yet I would not leave the desert if it meant parting certain company…
So to answer your question, my lady—winter is in my bones, but the desert is in my heart…and I’ve always chosen my heart, for better or worse.
…
…
you were probably just asking about the weather.


I have no idea what you’re talking about, my lady.