"Ah, Lord Aksel," Selester said, smile growing. "I would hope that you would be one to support breaks in tradition, no? If we always act as we did centuries ago..." His eyes flickered between Tyrith and Aksel meaningfully. If only he'd had a Stark to complete the trifecta of Significant Looks About Tradition. Maybe he could hum The Rains of Castamere while he did so. The thought amused him far more than it probably should have -- he blamed it on the latest half-full glass of brandy in front of him.
Selester gestured towards an empty chair. "Come! Sit down. Ante up. It's not cyvasse, but it works better with more people, regardless."