He tapped his hand on the side of the cup and tilted his head back and to a slight angle, a knowing look on his face that said 'I was right'. He smiled to himself. Of course, the change of subject simply meant talk of things related to war. Such was the way with soldiers. He was starting to like sell swords much better. Bronn knew how to talk about more than his sword and the blood he had spilled.
"And what of threats from within your own realm?" he asked. After all, to him, there was The Realm. No other. That which the King ruled over. And many other would be Kings would try and claim.
He paused and pursed his lips briefly. "Come and join me for some wine. Take your mind off all that work and business back home. It will do you no good to look upon it now" he said, holding the cup out to her.