[He just hums quietly at that, hoping it'll be the full night but not holding his breath on the matter.] I was an excellent master. I paid good coin for the finest master-at-arms I could find for you. [It comes out light, a little teasing. He knows he's never been much of a warrior, but that wasn't why Mace Tyrell sent him Loras. It was a political move, but it had been fortuitous for them all, and young Renly had been eager to make his new squire happy.]

I should think so. Half the ladies in Westeros would want to be where you are right now. [He presses his lips along the line of his jaw, sweet and easy and gentle, and he laughs.] The other half wish to be where I am.