A woman with wit and fire! Tyrion was already glad he walked into the room. There weren't enough women in all the worlds, with fire and spirit. Tyrion smiled to himself and chuckled softly.
"Very cheeky" he started. "And how very smart... You seek to understand the tools of your trade more so by way of craft?" he asked her. "Of course, had you chosen to do such a thing without the aid of boredom..." he paused and took a drink. "Well, I suppose a lot of what we do can be attributed to boredom, but it is what we do without that motivation that truly matters" he smiled.
Clearing his throat, he found himself a stack of stones to perch on, popping the cork out of the bottle to refill his cup. "Oh, how rude of me..." he paused. "I am Lord Tyrion Lannister. And what is your name?" he asked, putting the cork back in the bottle to set down on the ground beside him.