“And you keep pouring,” the blonde countered, resting back. His grin faded, the corners of his lips turning down slightly as Bronn twisted his words. Their conversations never disappointed, but gods be damned if the sellsword ever managed more than three sentences without purposely annoying him.
Though, truthfully, Jaime rather enjoyed their banter.
After several seconds of not coming up with a witty return, Jaime decidedly agreed, “I liked my brother more once too.”
“Of course. Should I pour water instead? Where’s the fun in that?” Bronn jokingly asked, a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned his arms over the chair back, cup in hand as he looked at Jamie. “Once? I know he killed your dad but honestly he was a cunt to all of his kids.” Bronn reminded Jamie before he took a sip of his wine. “I’m surprised it took him this long to do it honestly. But other than that he’s a good man.”
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