Thor chuckled and settled himself back down on the bed, occupying the opposite edge. His own point quite obvious. "Aye, I know who you are. The Imp, Tyrion, ––drunkard.. whatever it is you prefer I call you, it will not be yes ser.. For I too, am of importance and am kindly fighting your bloody Lannister battle, but will not subject myself to a page, squire, or wench." A snort. "So, now that we have both established our likeliness of greatness, kindly not snore so loud for it was my meaning to sleep yet longer."
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