Families, he could understand. Commanding officers? No... He knew few who would remember a soldiers name. Especially one of low birth. Farmers sons and peasant boys were forgotten quickly in his realm. But never by their Mothers. They remembered, sending prayers to the Seven for their boys protection. But what power did the Seven really have over the actions of Men?
Tyrion swirled the liquid around the cup before knocking it all back. He picked the bottle up again and refilled his cup. "She won't accuse you of that" he scoffed, placing the bottle back down. "No, no, more likely she will wonder if you are really a man" he added. "She will wonder if your Father wished sons and had none. But most likely, I think she might secretly like you. She should have been born a man!" he said, smirking cheekily at Sonya.