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Unless
Lord
Petyr
would
care
for
some
refreshment
?
"
"
Thank
you
,
but
no
.
"
Littlefinger
flashed
his
mocking
smile
.
"
Drink
with
the
dwarf
,
it
’
s
said
,
and
you
wake
up
walking
the
Wall
.
Black
brings
out
my
unhealthy
pallor
.
"
Have
no
fear
,
my
lord
,
Tyrion
thought
,
it
’
s
not
the
Wall
I
have
in
mind
for
you
.
He
seated
himself
in
a
high
chair
piled
with
cushions
and
said
,
"
You
look
very
elegant
today
,
my
lord
.
"
"
I
’
m
wounded
.
I
strive
to
look
elegant
every
day
.
"
"
Is
the
doublet
new
?
"
"
It
is
.
You
’
re
most
observant
.
"
"
Plum
and
yellow
.
Are
those
the
colors
of
your
House
?
"
"
No
.
But
a
man
gets
bored
wearing
the
same
colors
day
in
and
day
out
,
or
so
I
’
ve
found
.
"
"
That
’
s
a
handsome
knife
as
well
.
"
"
Is
it
?
"
There
was
mischief
in
Littlefinger
’
s
eyes
.
He
drew
the
knife
and
glanced
at
it
casually
,
as
if
he
had
never
seen
it
before
.
"
Valyrian
steel
,
and
a
dragonbone
hilt
.
A
trifle
plain
,
though
.
It
’
s
yours
,
if
you
would
like
it
.
"
