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Serving
men
cleared
away
the
swan
,
hardly
touched
.
Cersei
beckoned
for
the
sweet
.
"
I
hope
you
like
blackberry
tarts
.
"
"
I
love
all
sorts
of
tarts
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
’
ve
known
that
a
long
while
.
Do
you
know
why
Varys
is
so
dangerous
?
"
"
Are
we
playing
at
riddles
now
?
No
.
"
"
He
doesn
’
t
have
a
cock
.
"
"
Neither
do
you
.
"
And
don
’
t
you
just
hate
that
,
Cersei
?
"
Perhaps
I
’
m
dangerous
too
.
You
,
on
the
other
hand
,
are
as
big
a
fool
as
every
other
man
.
That
worm
between
your
legs
does
half
your
thinking
.
"
Tyrion
licked
the
crumbs
off
his
fingers
.
He
did
not
like
his
sister
’
s
smile
.
"
Yes
,
and
just
now
my
worm
is
thinking
that
perhaps
it
is
time
I
took
my
leave
.
"
"
Are
you
unwell
,
brother
?
"
She
leaned
forward
,
giving
him
a
good
look
at
the
top
of
her
breasts
.
"
Suddenly
you
appear
somewhat
flustered
.
"
"
Flustered
?
"
Tyrion
glanced
at
the
door
.
He
thought
he
’
d
heard
something
outside
.
He
was
beginning
to
regret
coming
here
alone
.
"
You
’
ve
never
shown
much
interest
in
my
cock
before
.
"
