[ Etched on Petyr's face was the faintest trace of....empathy? Petyr was often a cold man. One who was good at playing emotions, but they never truly reached his eyes. He hid behind a honeyed tongue, and often that was enough for people not to notice. But Chilton was something of a mirror in this moment. Petyr, too, had many times denied the company of his beautiful whores merely out of devotion for Catelyn Stark.
Though the stark difference here was that Chilton actually got the woman he loved, even if he wasn't married to her. Littlefinger didn't quite grasp the concept of modern day courting. ]
My company. I take that to mean my companionship and not as a bedroom partner.
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Though the stark difference here was that Chilton actually got the woman he loved, even if he wasn't married to her. Littlefinger didn't quite grasp the concept of modern day courting. ]
My company. I take that to mean my companionship and not as a bedroom partner.
[ Spoken with the briefest of smiles. ]