Every experience with a cat. Ever.
The bathhouse had been thick with the steam rising off the water, and Jaime had come walking through that mist naked as his name day, looking half a corpse and half a god. He climbed into the tub with me, she remembered, blushing. She seized a chunk of hard lye soap and scrubbed under her arms, trying to call up Renly’s face again - Brienne, A Feast for Crows
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You know, it doesn’t matter how loyal a servant you are, no one enjoys the company of a humourless mute.
