The air of authority that this man, this Robb, carried, was almost laughable in it’s deceit. His body language, he way he lounged, as if he were bored, was more than enough action needed for Tahno to draw conclusions of his character.
If you were going to hold such power, command such attention, at least pretend to enjoy it.
Tahno himself knew he commanded attention, but not because of his status. He wasn’t humble, he carried himself with an abundance arrogance and others were intrigued.
Tahno didn’t care for anybody. He only cared to break others. He got joy from seeing how one challenging statement, one carefully worded attack could cause the most composed of individuals to reveal their darker self.
Even now, standing in front of this ‘authority’ figure, he had an attention-demanding aura, but a leisurely position of body. He crossed his arms and stared at the man he had heard so much about, took in his appearance.
"And who, exactly, might you be? What business do you have in Winterfell?"
Laughable. It was so laughable, this man’s mask of control. A chest-deep voice and a hollow threat was music to Tahno’s ears. Already, he could hear the edge of defense, the barriers going up. Still, he was unfazed by the man’s tone. If it only took a few facts to provoke him, perhaps this wouldn’t be as fun as Tahno had anticipated..
A smirk pulled at his lips and he narrowed his eyes, offering the man an answer with a simple shrug of his shoulders. Who he was in regards to this man wasn’t important. What mattered was what he knew, and he knew more than enough.
"How great of a brother could you really be? Abandonment runs deep, but you know that already, don’t you?"
Tahno rolled his eyes and set his head back a bit, folding his arms over his chest, appearing even more uninterested and unamused. Bored, even.
You can do better, Sansa.
His eyes fell to the man’s hand, which was clasped tightly around his sword. For a moment, just a moment, Tahno’s heart began to beat a bit harder against his chest, but he calmed quickly, knowing that Robb would rather know what knowledge Tahno held against him, instead of killing him.
But the drawing of the sword, the six inches of reflective metal that was unsheathed and then quickly hidden from sight, made Tahno chuckle. This man had a temper, this man was defensive, and though Tahno knew not what would bring the man’s to a boil, he figured he had enough information to crack the surface.
“You speak words about that which you do not know,"
A sneer from Tahno. “Drop the act, Prince," He growled out, his voice low and quiet, eyes narrowed to reflect all of the venom that his words did not. “Nobody’s around." He outstretched his arms gesturing to the empty hall around them and grinned. His voice was smug, loud, airy. A tone he had perfected in the arena.
“Who are you to speak of my relationship with my lady sister?"
Tahno’s arms fell to his sides and he regarded the man in front of him with a curious a raise of the eyebrow, his amusement etched onto his face in the cast of a sly smirk.
"I could ask you nearly the same thing, Prince. Now, who are you to pull your weapon on me?" He brought his hands lightly to his chest, as if to exaggerate his innocence. “After all, I only ‘speak words about which I do not know’, don’t I?" The sarcasm rolled off of his tongue like honey.
The falter of Robb’s breathing didn’t go unnoticed by Tahno, and he turned his head slightly to the left, watching the man from the corner of his eye as he quickly tried to regain his composure.
From this provoked another roll of the eyes from Tahno. Again with the ‘I’m big and powerful’ voice and act. It got old rather quickly.
"You’re a mediocre actor, perhaps you should take lessons," Tahno was bored now, seeing how rapidly this man got worked up. Self control was a valuable skill, it just appeared that Robb hadn’t taken the time to master it.
"Your status doesn’t mean anything to me. You don’t mean anything to me either, so go ahead, let your true colors show. Just don’t blame me when they start to bleed together."