His brother's smile curdled like sour milk. " Tyrion, my sweet brother, " he said darkly, " there are times when you give me cause to wonder whose side you are on. "
Dutifully she approached and knelt beside the bed. Her aunt was drenched in sweet scent, though under that was a sour milky smell. Her cheek tasted of paint and powder.
The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, " Edd, fetch me a block, " and unsheathed Longclaw.
Jaime would welcome a good rain. The dungeons of Riverrun were not the cleanest place in the Seven Kingdoms. By now he must smell like an overripe cheese.