( A friend of Aemond's? It's such a farfetched comment that Aegon can't help but laugh, inherently amused by the idea of his little brother calling someone a friend. He didn't have friends, only people who were useful and in a way the same could be said for all of the Targaryen family, not just Aemond...

The laughter tapers off as Aegon consoles himself with another drink of mead, letting the taste wash away any chance of that thought taking hold. )

So you claim to be a friend of Alicent and Aemond for many moons. ( He's pretty sure months are moons, it sounds right to Aegon and he fixes Tim with as neutral a stare as he can muster over his chalice. )

It stands to reason that you know who I am, and yet you speak as if we are somehow equals.