[It doesn't mean he can stand the thought. He was just a boy the last time anyone was at war with each other, he still hasn't quite come to terms with what they're doing, what it will take to reach the goals they've set for themselves. Still, Loras doesn't need him fussing like a mother hen - no doubt Margaery will do enough of that later for the both of them, so he sighs resignedly, purposely ignoring the comment that 'it could have ended differently'. No, it couldn't have.] You fought well. Stannis doesn't stand a chance, at this rate.

[Any traces of a smile fade after a moment, green eyes taking on some other fleeting feeling. A tinge of sadness, maybe.] He will fight until the bitter end, though. My brother has never been good at giving up the things he believes are his. His stubbornness is maybe the only reason I'm alive now, and yet it will be the death of him.

[But then his expression turns gentle again, fondly exasperated as he presses a kiss to Loras's brow.] At least have a cup of wine with me, then. A toast to your victory.