There was little love lost between the two, and so it was with stiff formality that Tyrion bowed to Magnolia and she gave him the slightest nod. “Lady Magnolia. I am honored to greet you on this day.” “Lord Tyrion. I’d rather hoped you would have eaten something ghastly and exploded by now, but fortune hasn’t been kind to either of us, has it?” The man’s eye twitched a bit, but he covered the motion by passing a gloved hand over his mouth.
I don't like him, but that was rude.
