Tyrion's entire body stiffened at that voice. That smooth, cultured, cool voice that he once valued about all others. That he tried to emulate, improve on. That read him stories as a child.

That betrayed him in a dungeon, not that long ago, and thirteen years before then.

He closed his eyes, and clenched his fists, his face, his heart.

" -- I have rather lost my taste for whores. Ever since I found out my first one wasn't a whore at all."