“I said I’d had enough two glasses ago,” Jaime reminded him, shaking his head as he brought the refilled goblet back to his lips despite himself. There was little else to do but drink and talk now, though. It felt too early to sleep, “Whatever I might say, I hold you responsible. Not me, you.”
“Yet you keep drinking.” Bronn raised an eyebrow as Jaime meant to hold him responsible for what words came out of Jaime’s mouth and the sell sword shook his head. “Anything you say? Me? Do you want me responsible for whatever you might say? Doesn’t seem smart” He mused as he took another sip and sighed “This is why I liked your brother more.”
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