| Text | - The Imp snorts. "Nothing. Not if it will upset her darling son, the King. If Cersei loved him half as much as she loves me, we'd all be better off."
- Agree with Tyrion that noble ladies are tiresome.
- Ask what Cersei might do to Margaery.
- Ask what Shae is upset about.
- Worry what Cersei's jealousy might mean later.
- "So Margaery felled a stag. She certainly knows her way around Joffrey. My sister will be furious. She can join my Shae."
- The Imp rolls his eyes. "She thinks I'm mad for Sansa Stark. A pretty maid, but a maid all the same. I prefer my women a bit more experienced."
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