- I took her. - Took her?

- From whom? - From, uh...

Ser... What's his name?

- I don't know. Ginger cunt, three tents down. - And he didn't have anything to say about it?

Oh, well.

- This sounds like a boring game. - It's not.

Here's how it works - I make a statement about your past.

You hear lots of things playing dice with Lannister soldiers.

I'm guessing the lady and I can tell more unpleasant stories than your lordship.

I was 16. My brother Jaime and I were riding, when we heard a scream.

Together we finished off three chickens and a flagon of wine.

Impossible as it seems, there was a time when I was unaccustomed to wine.

It didn't last long. I didn't know what the hell I was doing.

He thought it was time I had a woman.

By the end, she had so much silver

I would have killed the man who did that to me.

- What? - They stole a night's march on us.

They blame you for the city's ills.

You don't need to convince me.

Oh, I have not conducted this experiment.