( Aegon responds easily to Aemond's bitterness with his own, a muttered fuck sake almost audible under his breath as he shakes his head. Being a prisoner in a large cage is one thing, but being one with those inclined to murder other family members is not the best. Not that things get better as Aemond rattles off a list of names Aegon could have gone the rest of his life without hearing along with two that aren't so familiar. )

Dinner will be interesting. ( Sarcasm makes Aegon feel a little better, though he tilts his head with a fraction of curiosity. His hangover has dulled to a low, dull throb as talk of such fanciful things holds his attention. ) House Stark, the same one that declared their allegiance with our sister and a woman who claims such wild things?

( Such claims are mildly tolerated only because Aemond says them, yet it doesn't stop Aegon from laughing an almost shrill, disbelieving noise at the talk of death. )

Death does not stick here? Then we shall find a way to make it stick for them.