[ It's not a look that sits well with him. What lies within him — what colors Littlefinger's feathers — is a distinct sort of ugliness, and even to the warbird, he is reluctant to truly bend the knee, even if at the end of the day the mockingbird, with its plain plumage and stolen song, is not much competition for a bird crowned by fire and blood. It's for that reason that he holds his tongue, ducking his head in a half-bow. ]
And what would you have me do? Stage open rebellion?
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And what would you have me do? Stage open rebellion?