The lassie doesn’t play with subtleties. He likes that. It’s something different to see and even if he’s not very keen on women commanding him, he can deal with it. The man turns to look at the ones behind her with a tired expression, unimpressed really. He could take them all together, but he doubts if any of those surrounding him would be a match for him. And if that happens, he’s good as dead.
“I’m good at what I do.” And with that, she doesn’t need to ask what is his specialty, really. Most of those surrounding her are in the same boat. Worse than him, obviously, for he won’t rape women, something these fuckers surely do. “And I have nothing left to do. Besides, all these lads,” he says, glancing at the men staring at him, “won’t last forever. And you’re no beginner. You know you’ll always need more men to kill more.”
Of course, there’s an alternative. There’s always one, because a man who plays with life and death on a daily basis, always has a plausible route to escape the Stranger and breathe. Yes, he does have something that might interest her greatly.
“I bet you’ve heard about the Dragon Queen and her army of dickless brats. She has a good number of those, aye, but she doesn’t really know the heart of King’s Landing.” Clegane licks his lips, staring straight into the woman’s eyes. “I know that rat’s nest like the palm of my hand. All you’d need if you ever want to take the Iron Throne.” Access points, secret passages, guard’s shifts. If she’s clever enough to appreciate the benefit of having an inside job, she’ll get the idea.
𝓢he turned her head in interest. From what he was insinuating he was a very capable killer. She’s heard stories of how capable he was. One of the best, but that didn’t matter to her right now. He could be the fucking king and she would still through him overboard. Most of the men here had half the mind to do just that, most of the older men fought in the Greyjoy rebellion. So anyone that was sided with the crown is as good as dirt to them.
Yara considered herself level headed in this kind of situation. She didn’t let the burdens of the past bog her down, not for long at least. He had a point, he would be useful to her. A man of his skill could get you a lot of things. The only problem is he wasn’t a sailor. “You may be good at killin’ a few folks but can you work a ship. If you’re plannin’ on stayin’ it aint goin’ to be for free. Cuttin’ heads is all well and good, but what about when we’re sailing. Do you even know how to handle a ship? ”
Her eyes narrowed at his second offer. So he wanted to help her, well, for a price. They always want something in return. “So you want to help this dragon queen? For what? Out of the goodness of your own heart? That’s a load of bullshit if I’ve ever heard it. “
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