Tyrith's eyes flew to his son. Hunting. Now there was a thought. "Perhaps you should befriend her husband as well... Osmund, I think? It might behoove us all to know what sort of the next Lord of Highgarden might posess." If for instance he was a good hunter... or knew how to skin his own kills in the woods... And a Tyrell with ties to a house of the North to boot. Tyrith did not smile but the prospect of shedding suspicion on that alignment was not unpleasant.
The idea of Sandro li Saverio's return however did bring the shadow of a smile to Tyrith's face. Their paths had crossed in court as well as at sea. On occasion it had been Sandro's ships that brought him word from home and carried his letters and findings toward Westeros. "Anything involving Prince Sandro is something of a statement."