this will all end in tears i know it

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Jaime is furious, and his sister is an idiot, but all things considered, he'd rather have it this way than their roles reversed. Which is, as he feels the weight of his golden hand, the first time that's been the truth in a while. Best not to think on that, though. Moving onto more pressing matters

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Well now. Isn't that interesting.

Sandor is leaning on the doorframe, watching Jaime with his mouth twisted slightly. Just when he thought he was done with that family, of course they would have to go turning up again. And probably complicate things more. Marvelous.

But he'll be damned if he's going to put up with it this time. No more leashes, right? "Kingslayer," almost amused. Considering the Stark boys reaction to him, he wonders if he shouldn't just bid him farewell preemptively.

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At least Jaime knows how to react to this.

"Hound." Name-calling is the hobby of dignified gentlemen everywhere. He turns to face his favorite of the brothers Clegane, which, considering, well... the brothers Clegane, isn't saying all that much.

"Is this where you ran off to with your tail between your legs?"

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That is a positive! This, here, is almost normal.

Sandor is Sandor's favorite of the brothers Clegane too, and considering Sandor's opinion of himself, that's also not saying much. But. "No, actually, that was elsewhere. At least I didn't coming running back with my tail between my legs."

His mouth quirks slightly. "You seem to have lost something."

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Jaime can't say this is normal. Jaime can't say what this is, but he has a few ideas-- none of them, of course, fit for the ears of women and children.

He has to agree with Sandor's logic, though, about not running back. In the world of manly men such as themselves, this amounts to not commenting on it, a surefire signal that, yes, you've got a point, there. Instead he comments on what's been lost.

"So long as what I've lost isn't my mind," He motions around them, at this, at all this, "I have no issue with the state of things."

Which is as close to where in all the seven hells am I? as Jaime Lannister is going to get. With a Clegane, at least.

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Almost. Severe emphasis on the almost.

Sandor is amused at the not commenting, because he's aware he's got a point - he's had several points hammered at him in the past bit, which doesn't make him any more easy going. But does give him room to laugh at Jaime because he knows better.

"I wouldn't be so sure that you haven't lost that, too." He shifts against the doorframe, slightly, eyes slightly narrowed. He's not going to make this easy. You want to know, you can bloody well ask.

Not that I know any better.

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"I would be," It's his mind, after all. Yes, this will rapidly become a four year old's argument if it has to, he has determined. Jaime is a creature of need and dire circumstance, he threatens to kill babies and throws children out of windows. He is, as they say, badass, although he would not, himself, say that, with or without irony.

Moving on.

"Last I recall, you were not in Riverrun. I'm sure if you were, I'd have noticed, and had you hanged."

Because that's what happens when you laugh at the Kingslayer. He makes threats of questionable emptiness.

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"You might have tried," he says, with some amusement. "You might have also had some difficulty with that." A brief pause, still watching Jaime with even more amusement. Because watching someone else be discomfited, other than you, is quite entertaining.

"That's correct. I wasn't. Since you're so well informed, care to inform me where I was?"

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Jaime folds his arms and then doesn't. It's hard to do that with only one hand. Well, it's hard to do anything with just one hand, but moving on.

"I might have." Jaime concedes. "I might not have. Now we'll never know, shall we?"

He smiles. "If I'd have known, you would be dead, obviously."

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Sandor's answering grin is more of a baring of the teeth, and is thin and dangerous. "Or you would be. As I said, you seem to have lost something rather valuable."

He doesn't know that Jaime can't use his other hand, but he is fairly sure not as well. Sandor rolls his shoulders, lazily.

"And I'd begun to think I was well rid of your family."

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"Yes, well, at home, Ser Payne would be quite happy to carry out the job." Jaime doesn't know if Sandor minded Ser Payne. But all things aside, the man certainly had... a presence.

"I could say the same of you. Resiliance, however, is a Lannister trait." Because how else do you describe men like Tywin? Kevan? Tyrion?

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"Say rather the ability to be a pestilential nuisance." Sandor half smiles. "And quite honestly, I don't think Ser Payne is happy about much of anything."

A pause. "I should probably just bid you farewell preemptively. I think you'll find you have other engagements." His mouth twitches, darkly.

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Jaime shrugs, "Less unhappy." Jaime does not mention that he's seen Ser Payne laugh. Because Jaime thinks that was creepy.

"And you, Ser." Oh, Jaime, you and your gigantic pride that keeps you from asking simple questions. With that, he turns to do, take that, Ser Hound.

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Sandor's mouth twitches, but he doesn't say it. Just watches Jaime's back, half amused.

If he's not going to ask, Sandor's certainly not going to offer warnings of his own accord. That would be too easy.

Don't call me ser, ser, he's tempted to say, but he'll let Lannister deal with his own direwolf sized problems. Not his problem!