Kind was not often an apellate given to Elia Martell and Polonius smiled. "Indeed. Hers is a lively nature, and more disposed to frivolity than solemnity." So perhaps throwing the boy to Elia would be throwing him into the deep end of the sharkpond, but if he did enter into the games of that set, he might make a very useful piece. And if rumors were to be believed it might yet be that Elia would one day be the lady of his leige lord in any case... Perhaps it would do the willful princess some good to meet those she would deal with if she kept up her sport with Thomas Tully.
"Oh, not really," he answered the boy with a chuckle. Tristran looked as if he were afraid of being eaten by a dragon at any moment. Or perhaps a direwolf.
"Helping those lost in the Red Keep to find their way rather counts for much of my task here. I am glad if I have helped. Nonetheless, you doubtless have training to get to." He rose and offered a slight bow. "Well met, Tristran Mallister, and welcome to Kings Landing."