Tyrion listened to all of this, one finger resting against his cheek in a manner that would be familiar to Podrick. It was when he was assessing all of the information before him without making comment or judgement. His eyes did narrow slightly at what Jaime had brought about, he did not think his brother capable of such honor.

Or is that what you are trying to recapture, Kingslayer? If he wanted that, he should have closed his legs to Cersei long ago...

The wine arrived, and he asked for another glass, eying it for a moment before liberally mixing in water with wine. Sipping, as Podrick finished his tale.

"And you two have seen no sign of Ser Lady Brienne since then?"