[Jaime is surprised enough to laugh, somewhat incredulously.]

I think you've spent too much time in the company of your whores and dancing girls, Lord Baelish. As flattering as your interpretation might be-- [Flattering in a very loose sense.] --I assure you, the meaning of her words were quite clear. We were speaking of kingdoms.

If I prove wrong, and she contacts you about spending a night with me, do let her know that she isn't my type. [Not blonde enough.] Outside of simple objectivity, I've never understood the fascination with the Targaryen look.