Restrain himself for now.

It was with great effort, but Tyrion kept his hands to himself and merely admired what the Lady was packing on their march. The dress she wore could only do so much to conceal what Lady Starks own mother had blessed her with.

As they walked together, Catelyn begun to speak: “I truly am sorry for what I have done to you, Lord Tyrion, please understand… I’d do anything for my children and I had no other leads…” She explained.

“So I see, Lady Stark.” Tyrion replied, though all his eyes cared to see was the Lady’s rear.

“I do not want this mistake of mine to start a war with your family, there was been enough suffering the wake of what I’ve done. So I ask, nay, beg of you, that you do not seek retribution. I will compensate you for your suffering…” She continued on as the journeyed through the hallways, drawing glances from servants and guards alike as Lady Catelyn walking with not just the Imp, but the Imp that was supposed to be Imprisoned.

“Despite everything that has happened, I have no ill will towards you, Lady Stark. However, I am curious what this compensation you have in mind is.” Tyrion replied, pretending he didn’t already know.

Finally, they arrived at a doorway with a Stark Soldier standing aside it. He bowed slightly as Catelyn approached.

“Greetings, M’Lady.” The guard said, before his eyes traveled down to inspect her companion. His polite slight smile melted into a judging frown, but he otherwise said nothing.

“Thank you, mind the door and let no one inside.” She commanded.

“As you command.” The guard replied, and opened the door for her and Tyrion to enter. The Imp shot the man a wink as he passed, which prompted a grunt from the guard before the door closed behind him.