The decorations were too extravagant by the standards of most, he'd wager. Harboring a healthy amount of suspicion he couldn't help but question this man's, Alric's motivations, assuming there were any. Maybe he enjoyed meeting new people and nothing more. He cared little for parties, even less for mingling. Jaime was well aware the best use of his time was gathering information, but without much cause to believe he was in immediate danger, he observed, aware of everyone without giving way physically to the discomfort he felt.

The party was one great big cosmic joke. Never let it be said Jaime Lannister was a humorless; he had plenty of laughter to offer the circumstances.

"I never trust a man who doesn't drink," he lied. He trusted no one; not his other half with whom he had shared a womb, or even his dear little brother. His words came with a grain of truth, not partaking was suspect, Roose Bolton was evidence of that.