Who: Ned Stark & Jaime Lannister What: I wondered what had become of you. Where: Riverrun When: Saturday night. Warnings/Rating: Spoiler alerts for GoT fans who haven't read the books.
If it were anyone else, there was a fat chance in hell Jaime would open the door for them. He's made enemies far and wide and he was barely half the knight he used to be.
Ned Stark, however, was a man of his word and Jaime knew they'd be fine as long as he kept his tongue in check - fat chance of that happening as well, come to think of it. He couldn't be as reckless considering he was sharing this body with someone else. At least the Russian managed to retain his right hand. Think of all the masturbating he couldn't do without it.
Jaime never used to be a man of his word, but times change and people change with them. He wasn't lying when he said the door was open, and as curious as he might have been to see what incarnation Ned Stark took in Las Vegas, he waited with his back to the door, a knight with his head bent without armour nor honour, resting the golden cast of a hand on the handle of half of what had been the Stark's Valyrian sword.