#hence his shock here. BFJHJDJFH

[saltbcrne]

harlon's lips twitched with the effort it took to conceal his shock, his eyes widening ever so slightly. that was … well, that was not the response he'd been expecting. true enough, yes, most certainly it was, but unexpected nonetheless. perhaps he was too used to lord loren's incessant nettling, and the way his ego never failed to pollute the air of every room he walked into. a walking curse, that man was. a curse that took over harlon's mind wherever the lions of casterly rock were concerned.

looking at the lord before him, he tried to find traces of loren in his voice, his words, and in whatever ruse he was surely playing at. finding none, harlon blinked once, then twice, before seemingly accepting this with a nod. a giggle, equal parts chuffed and thunderstruck, broke his silence then. perhaps this lord was no lion, but a common cat instead. he could work with that.

humming, harlon narrowed his eyes at him. "perhaps it would not be so intolerable to share the stage with a lannister as peculiar as yourself. i am rather generous, after all." no malice to be found in his velvety tone; only a subtle hint and tease to test the waters. "though, i must know, my lord: am i to expect the claws to come out now or later? i was hoping for a show."

There was a goblet of wine in Jarion's hand as he took a sip from it. He had been mostly watching the crowd, staying away from engaging in boring conversations with other lords. That was until someone approached him. Turning his head to look at the other, Jarion offered him a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I failed to notice that, but I'm not surprised." There was a small smirk on his face as he turned around to look at the group the other had mentioned. Jarion smiled at them for a moment, before turning to look at the other. "You know, they could be gawking at you as well, I believe they do that towards any attractive young lord that they see."