[ Well, of all the possible outcomes to this overture, Matt hadn't expected hostility. But he supposes it makes sense--they're all under a lot of stress. Overwalked, underfed, clearly underbedded. He peers down into the woman's face, trying to see if he can read anything in it besides revulsion.
... Not much luck. Matt's not great at reading people. There's arguably more he gives away to Cersei than he gets in return, from the honest puzzlement in his wide hazel eyes to the gentle lines of his face to the hairline scar arcing across his left cheek--faint, but visible at close distance in the flickering firelight.
He tries to think of what to say. "Of course I won't make you take it if you don't want it"? "No need to get mad, we're all in this together"? Those would all be understandable, perhaps. But no, Matt's just crawled out of a crystal egg and he's probably about to be thrown into a volcano, and also everyone he knows is dead, he thinks? So what comes out is a curious: ]
Huh.
Who'd be killing me?
[ He feels like honestly, this lady could probably choke the life out of him without working up too much of a sweat. ]
omg yes
... Not much luck. Matt's not great at reading people. There's arguably more he gives away to Cersei than he gets in return, from the honest puzzlement in his wide hazel eyes to the gentle lines of his face to the hairline scar arcing across his left cheek--faint, but visible at close distance in the flickering firelight.
He tries to think of what to say. "Of course I won't make you take it if you don't want it"? "No need to get mad, we're all in this together"? Those would all be understandable, perhaps. But no, Matt's just crawled out of a crystal egg and he's probably about to be thrown into a volcano, and also everyone he knows is dead, he thinks? So what comes out is a curious: ]
Huh.
Who'd be killing me?
[ He feels like honestly, this lady could probably choke the life out of him without working up too much of a sweat. ]