A Veranda at the Sea Lord's Palace

[Tristy]

Serafina raised an eyebrow, ignoring his gesture and addressing his inquiry "Well, it brings your personal body count total to somewhere around twelve, so far, which is truly pathetic by your standards, but then, it is only January, so there is certainly still time for a good haul."

[The Smith]

"With you around I am in a good mood." Sergyo replied, spooning himself some of the warm, green soup. "Could you pass those peppers."

[Tristy]

Serafina debated whether or not to note the different between 'could' and 'would,' but decided against it as a sign of appreciation for the thoughtful compliment, and passed him the small plate of pepplers, before lounging comfortably in the expansive chair that had been intended for Lord Delinal.

[The Smith]

As he cut the peppers, he looked up to Serafina, "How much longer do you plan on staying? I enjoy your company, but King's Landing is stable now.

[Tristy]

"Stable, but dull," Serafina commented drolly, "though I do plan on returning shortly--I have only a few more arrangements to make locally."

[The Smith]

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Sergyo asked, "even though I would hate to speed your leaving."

[Tristy]

Serafina nodded as she swallowed a bite she had taken hurriedly, "Yes, actually! I'm sure you're aware a majority of my business here revolves around keeping tabs on your operations--so if you could just tell me your plans--you know, financial investments, political alliances, maybe a little bit of dirty laundry and a couple of dusty skeletons...? That would be immensely helpful indeed," she took another bite happily, watching him with a coy smile, taking a strange pleasure in his discomfort with her long visit.

[The Smith]

"I do not worry about my own financial institutions. I have a treaty with Piers, and Rickon. I dominate Myr, and Pentos. And have non-aggression treaties with the other five cities." He sipped at his wine, "I do not know where to start with the laundry and skeletons."

[Tristy]

"At the beginning, of course--but skip over me. I know those stories." she smiled.

[The Smith]

"The first man I killed was my sister's husband. He lies tied to an anchor at the mouth of the harbor." Sergyo replied, "Nero serves me because I feed his appetite of young girls, and Villisander serves me because he loves the exhilaration he gets from danger and murder."

[Tristy]

Serafina raised an eyebrow as she leaned towards him, staring meaningfully into his eyes, "You offend me," she mused, "you must genuinely think I will not try to use this information against you--do you think me that soft?"

[The Smith]

Sergyo looked at her, "My dear, there is no man or woman I fear anywhere. I have no enemies left." His eyes locked on to the single flame of the candle, and he studied its movements in the night.

[Tristy]

She shrugged her shoulders momentarily, "That must be dull, dearest--I am very sorry. Would you like me to try to kill you at random? It might bring some of the excitement back--it would be fun for me, anyway," she smirked in spite of herself.

[The Smith]

"Please do not. It might prove a little exciting, maybe." the Sea Lord replied, "But I would have to have a moment of silence in honor of your passing."

[Tristy]

She eyed him thoughtfully, "You would be on the floor next to me, old man," she smiled, " Your guards would surely kill me, to be sure, but not before I could kill you; but you're right--that isn't an idea scenario for either of us."