Which one of you is the best at the art of seduction ?
Awkward silence. You could almost hear crickets. The people in the bar held their breaths expecting a fight. They all looked at each other. Some glared. “Alright ye shitty bums,” Bronn spoke up, the only one brave - or stupid - enough to answer this question. He raised his cup. “Here’s how it is. You’re too old,” he said and pointed a finger at Tywin. “You’re fucking creepy,” he pointed at Roose. “The only thing I’m sure about you, is that yer not seductive,” he said as he pointed at Jorah. “You’re too young to have mastered any art,” he said and pointed at Robb. “Though I suppose being “King of the North” doesn’t hurt your chances.” he scoffed and took a longer look at Robb. He definitely had something going for him. He suddenly remembered what he was on about, and pointed at Tormund; “And you’re a fucking wildling. I’m really pretty sure your ‘art of seduction’ difference from ours.” Tormund was about to protest, but Bronn didn’t let him; “We don’t throw our women over our shoulders and carry them off into the nearest cave. If you plan on winning your “tall woman” over, you might want to reconsider your tactics, mate.” he sipped his cup and slammed it back down on the table, as if it was a done deal. Jaqen smiled and glanced down, Tormund seemed bewildered. “And you’re too drunk to coordinate a proper seduction even if you wanted to,” Robb continued where Bronn had left off. There was laughter in his voice. He felt confident that he could seduce more women than the sellsword. Bronn threw his hands to the side; Robb weren’t wrong. “A man’s terrific deduction just produced the obvious answer.” Jaqen mused and nodded towards Bronn. He wasn’t about to deny it, either. He knew he was good with women.