Jaime turned instinctively to the girl that had spoken. He was not used to seeing woman in trousers but she was a pretty thing for her age. And she seemed a learned lady what with the book she read as she walked. It was hardly a ladylike thing, reading as she walked. And of course her hair was dark and unkempt, tied up messily behind her. It was all most unusual. But her words caught his attention more than anything else.
"I'd rather not talk of such ends." he told her simply. "Besides in a place like this its entirely likely such a thing might happen." He smiled as she closed the book, politeness above all things of course. "And as it happens I'd no intentions of going out. I was just looking for somewhere this could be washed." he told her, lifting the white cloak of the Kingsguard to show her. "Of course it has no use here, but I suppose its habit for me now. Keeping it clean." He had no Kings to guard here, not the Mad King nor the fat one married to his sister. He didn't entirely want to ask for help. It wasn't like she was a serving girl. There didn't seem to be any such thing here.
"Is there a chance you might help me?" he asked anyway. "I hate to ask only I fear I'd make a mess of things and probably set the place to ruin doing it wrong. And I'd rather not all things considered." He still marveled at her dress, she was so oddly and commonly dressed and yet didn't seem in any way ashamed of it. But it wasn't done to speak of such things with a lady. And he suspected if he called her a wench she'd slap him, and he wouldn't have her help as he needed.
"If you can be interrupted from your reading I mean." he added, "I'd have no wish to interrupt that"