He wasn't sure he believed that, everyone was repulsed by it. They didn't understand why he did the things he did but they didn't understand that he was not like other men. He did what he had to do and while the actions he'd taken were...unseemly, there had been no other way. First for Westros and lately for Cersei. But the woman was offering to show him how she knew of his world, of who he was and of his deeds and Jaime was suddenly struck wondering if he wanted to know at all. Should any man know their future? Perhaps it was fated for him and perhaps knowing would do him some detriment. Or maybe it would save his life. Who knew for sure.
"Perhaps it would be. Even some of it. Am I to understand my world is in some kind of tales here. I'd heard that was possible. But if that's true then you know all of it don't you."
He followed her into the room, saying nothing about the mess. Likely she did not have servants it didn't seem like the kind of place that would. The bottles he did not recognize, assuming they were some kind of medicine made with herbs. He knew it could be a lot of things he had yet to come to understand and that it would take time for him to get to know such things. Perhaps Trish would help him. She had offered. He watched her toss her bag into the mess on the floor but still couldn't bring himself to throw the white cloak so easily away. He placed it over a chair as carefully as he could while attempting to look casual with it and finally allowed himself to look around her mess of a room. "Please Trish, tell me what you know. I'm not going to harm you if I hear something I don't like, they may call me a lot of things but I am still a Knight and I would never strike a Lady."
He really wasn't sure he wanted to hear what he'd assumed. That he was the stuff of stories. That his life was known to any who wished to read of it. That his secrets were known. His and Cersei's darkest ones. That he would be forever known as Kingslayer without any way to tell his side of it and be believed. In truth he hadn't gotten off to the best of starts already, arguing with more people than he'd befriended. But he was a Lannister of Casterly Rock and if he was going to be reviled for his crimes then he would do it with his head held high. He just needed to know what he'd be facing up to.