You have foreign blood, don't you, Baelish?
Step carefully, Lord Baelish.
She told me nothing about you, Baelish.
Royce: You have foreign blood, don't you, Baelish?
Step carefully, Lor Baelish.
You haνe foreign blood, don't you, Baelish?
And to you as well, Baelish.
Baelish doesn't haνe friends.
Baelish doesn't have friends.
I'm the insulte party, Lor Baelish.
Forgive me, Lor Baelish, you have a reputation as a moneylener an a brothel keeper,
not a military man.
Last time I saw you, Baelish, you told me you were taking Sansa Stark home with you to the Fingers.