[ The thought of Alex's entire lineage being into the hunting business is less impressive than it ought to be. It's not the same as saying, ah, yes, I'm a Lannister, of those Lannisters; it just makes Jaime think that everyone in the man's family was downright batty. Fortunately for everyone involved, he doesn't say so; he just makes some quiet noise of acknowledgement.
Which quickly turns into a disgruntled noise of irritation when the book is shoved in front of him. ] Alex! [ One hand moves to bring the book down, and as much as he wants to reach all the way to push the young man's head away, Jaime just curls his hand into a fist and thumps it lightly at his own lap before putting it back on the wheel. ]
...Christ. Dragons? [ He's worked hard to sound respectful ever since meeting the guy, but there's something to be said about the risk of crashing this god damn car because of fictional winged lizards. Jaime's tone is the slightest bit disbelieving. ] Why do you have a book about dragons?
Did your family hunt dragons?
[ Of course they didn't. Jaime's just going with it now. ]
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Which quickly turns into a disgruntled noise of irritation when the book is shoved in front of him. ] Alex! [ One hand moves to bring the book down, and as much as he wants to reach all the way to push the young man's head away, Jaime just curls his hand into a fist and thumps it lightly at his own lap before putting it back on the wheel. ]
...Christ. Dragons? [ He's worked hard to sound respectful ever since meeting the guy, but there's something to be said about the risk of crashing this god damn car because of fictional winged lizards. Jaime's tone is the slightest bit disbelieving. ] Why do you have a book about dragons?
Did your family hunt dragons?
[ Of course they didn't. Jaime's just going with it now. ]