Hoster | Tywin
It was clear the man hated him. Even a fool would have noticed it, and Tywin Lannister was no fool. He however quite enjoyed seeing different reactions to his presence, others than fear or distrust. This manâs hatred, a hatred so profound it dripped from his eyes, amused him, if lord Tywin could feel amusement at all. The corners of his lips curled slightly up, a gesture that would have looked like a mock in someone elseâs face, but that in the Hand of the Kingâs face was more like a threat. When lord Tywin smiled, the Seven Kingdoms trembled.
âIt is always a pleasure to see you around, my lordâ he said, bowing his head slightly towards him. âBut I would not pay much atention to what the smallfolk say, to be quite honest. They do tell many things about your lady daughter if we are to believe them, which we are not going to, are we?â he suggested, with his calm but severe voice. It was easy to find the Tullyâs soft spot: family. Always family.
âI wish this conversation of ours does, however, end in a different way the others did⊠if we do try. Maybe we canâŠâ he said, tapping his fingers on his swordâs hilt.
Hoster had to refrain himself from hitting the man across his face, with all the strength that was left in him. The way he almost smiled at him made him  so angry it was hard to put in words, but he took a deep breath, knowing that it was exactly what Tywin Lannister wanted from him, and Hoster would never dare give him the satisfaction. He instead smiled back, which was more a scowl than a smile, but was still something. "I am sure it is, the happiness you get when you see me must warm your heart. That is, if you have a heart. I'd say that Lannisters in general don't have hearts, but i know your children have great big hearts, their love for one another is just so beautiful, wouldn't you agree? Such an enormous love, I think you taught them well."Â
His hands curled up in fists as he dared say something against his children. His anger was rising, and nothing would give Hoster Tully more pleasure than to take the smile off from Tywin's face with his own hands. But once again, he would not do that, and he stood silent, before speaking. "I agree, we must never give in and believe to rumors... unless they can be proven, of course." And I think that your grandchildren, all with beautiful golden hair, are proof enough of what your children have been up to, isn't it? "Whatever is being said about my daughter should be none of your concern, though it's nice to see you care so much." He watched him move his fingers across his sword, and Hoster wasn't sure what to make of that. Does he suggest a fight? "Why, and here I thought our conversations ended always oh so nicely."
