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.
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.
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.
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. "