Tyrion listened to her and drank, nodding a little. "Well despite all that, you look very feminine to me, my dear" he replied. "Of course, if it turns out you are hiding a cock between those legs, I might have to start calling you Danny" he teased, picking up the bottle of wine. Tyrion had never been a man for subtlety unless it was called for. Unless it was part of the game. And he learned to play that game from some of the best.
"But now, here we are" he said, refilling her cup. He placed the bottle back down and sat upright. "On this strange ship, bound for nameless ports" he said somewhat poetically. "Here is to us. To surviving this long, despite our obstacles. To lost fools and silent captains" he said, holding his cup up.