Jaehaerys' smile was sarcastic at best. "Kings and lords come and go. That would be the second king this year alone, after all." And well he knew it. The thought was bitter and the desire for vengeance burned brighter. He wanted his family avenged, and those responsible would burn in dragonfire, he promised them that. It meant more than crowns and kingdoms.
He raised a brow. Seven hells, the girl couldn't recognize him, not from that long back. "Your father? No, I don't think the big lions think much on wandering sailors, and I don't recall any pretty little lions... I've seen your rock a time or two. Lovely place. Much nicer than its name. 'Course if this would be leading to an offer of getting better acquainted, we better hatch out another price. That'd cost you much less, Lady Toria." He smirked, momentarily ignoring her swordsman. He wanted to see if innuendo could rattle her.
"Still, gold's gold. And better than naught. A diagnosis you would have, little Lannister, then you shall get it. Let's see how much you think it's worth," he said and opened his palm.