[The dragon roared, and Tyrion made a face in turn, looking all the more weary for it. Words flicked through the air once more.]

We Lannisters do have a certain pride.

Pride? Arrogance, some might call it. Arrogance and avarice and lust for power.

My brother is undoubtedly arrogant. My father is the soul of avarice, and my sweet sister Cersei lusts for power with every waking breath. I, however, am as innocent as a little lamb. Shall I bleat for you?

[Family always had their hooks in Tyrion, whether he wanted them to or not, was the message.]