[jon scoffs--he's much too old and practiced to get drunk off beer--but that proposal sounds nauseating. sansa, what. also did dany just call him out for flirting with prompto. he looks between the two of them, feigning a wounded manner.]
You ladies turn my stomach, not my head. Seems a shame to waste food like this making ourselves sick for the sake of a game.
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You ladies turn my stomach, not my head. Seems a shame to waste food like this making ourselves sick for the sake of a game.