[Video] [Public Feed] [Because why Wouldn't Tyrion put this out there for everyone?]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion is behind the bar of the Malun, hands folded over his ledger as he gives the camera a deep and pensive look, before he flashes a bright smile, mischief twinkling in his mis-matched eyes.]

So let me ask you something, fellow Fleeters. How precisely does one go about finding a 'lady friend' for entertainment outside of one's ship? I have been told by no less than three friends that I should have female companionship and yet I have no idea if anyone is interested or in fact, would ever be interested. I believe in your more modern parlances you have the joy of choice over your partners, something I have always envied. So how does a man, who looks like myself, find someone who wants to spend time with him in a romantic fashion without promising money and or a noble title?

[He folds his small hands around his bearded face, leaning forward.] I am listening. Intently.

Comments

[cajunspice]

...A valid point, good idea. [Yep, let's avoid adding anything worse on top of it.]

That... that be pretty rough, will give ya that. 'nd I thought a literal knife in the back was bad. [There was... a lot more to it than that, but Remy was not just going to hand out full details over a public feed and to someone he didn't know that well.]

[tallasaking]

I often have those. [He grinned broadly.]

Knife to the ... one day, friend, when we are better acquainted, I think we ought to exchange war stories and a great deal of liquor.

[The best way to share dark secrets.]

[cajunspice]

I absolutely will take ya up on that offer, especially the last part. [Seriously, buying him drinks is always welcomed, and especially when talking about something painful.] Know ya'll got some good stuff at ya work, even if it comes in tiny sizes. [But that was more joking Remy aimed at Crowley than his staff.]