[ Jaime wants to say something along the lines of if this thing is going to save Prime Minister Baratheon's life, I'm pretty sure you can swallow your fucking pride and call your dad, but given he'd like to avoid his own father as much as possible, he decides perhaps it isn't the right time.

Fortunately, Alex changes the topic, and Jaime snorts because it's a ridiculous thing to hear. ]

Who wouldn't be honoured to serve such a prominent figure to our country? [ Sarcasm drips from every syllable, however, and Jaime shakes his head as he turns a corner and keeps going. ] It pays all right. [ That should suffice.

He doesn't mention that it had been Robert's idea. He doesn't mention that Jaime had once been in one of the Targaryens' chapters, and that had been Robert's wife (his sister)'s idea. He doesn't say that he'd killed the leader of the damn thing himself, that Robert's been keeping this secret ever since Jaime was taken onto his payroll.

But he does lean back when he hits a red light, crinkling his nose slightly at the smell of smoke. ]

I'm ex-army. Most of us end up private bodyguards. It's not that hard to imagine.