[He smirks faintly, before he dips into a bow.]

The scenery may change, your Majesty, but I will ever be the Imp. Much to the chagrin of others.

[Oh, he thanks the Gods every day. Twice on what they call Fridays here. Cersei is far, far too dangerous for this fleet to handle. Which was why she would be handled by Tyrion, if necessary.]

So how are you finding space?