Jaehaerys smiled as he watched Tymor Lannisteer's hand go to his sword. "Tsk, jumpy lions make ill company, my lord of Lannister. A man might think a lion's rest had been disturbed." The fact that his own dagger was hanging from his belt and another resided in his sleeve when he once would not have felt the need for both in the keep was testament to his own unease.
"Perhaps a lion would like to take some other route to reach his destination? One with less echoes and shadows to jump at?"