Podrick jumped in place and squeaked, swatting away your hands. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
You laughed, watching his cheeks flush red as he realized who’d surprised him with mischievous fingers on his waist. “Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you, Pod, you’re just so easy to tease!”
Straightening his tunic, he scowled at you, still clearly embarrassed. “I wasn’t scared, only surprised.”
“You shrieked like a banshee, Pod. You were scared.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
The childish argument continued until Tyrion Lannister leaned out in the hall, book under his arm, giving you both a playful glare. “If you’re going to advance whatever romance it is you’re pursuing, can you move it out to the balcony? I’m trying to read in here.”
Sheepishly, you both followed his suggestion, the echoes of your conversation carrying down the hall, small grins on both your faces.
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