Hester arched a brow. "What do you know of the disposition of Elia Martell?" A bit cold, perhaps, but it was the kind of thing that needed no niceties to cover it. Hester wasn't in the mood to play the game of thrones at the moment, after all, and this imbecile wouldn't be a target anyway.
"Tell me, and perhaps I'll grant you a boon. I am one of her dearest friends." If not the dearest, oddly enough. "And I shall reward you richly if you tell me something I like."