"I love you."
"I know," Brienne answered without missing a beat. Though, her tone lacked passion.
"You are the sun and moon of my life," Jaime tried again, this time with a heavy dose of pathos.
"Mhmhm."
"I can't even put into words how much I love you. Every single word the dictionary has to offer is too inadequate to express the magnitude of my feelings for you." His speech was accentuated by a dramatically clenched fist pressed to his heart and a look of yearning that was pretty much wasted on the Brienne-less bedroom wall in front of him.
"Jaime, I'm kind of occupied right now. Save your version of a lover's oath for later."
"That truly hurts," he whimpered, cringing.
"You asked for it." The faint sound of a bottle being capped accompanied the rebuke.
"I love you," he whined for the thousandth time, "and yearn for the moment I'll see your face again."
Capitulating, Brienne drew back, sighing as Jaime asked again, "Don't you love me too?" while he craned his neck around to peer at her with a look that bore a startling resemblance to the newly born baby panda at the local zoo.
Brienne stared at him flatly and laid the cosmetic pads full of antiseptic aside. "I just popped a pimple on your back, so big and infected that it deserves a spot as Illness of the Day on Tarly's Anatomy, because you couldn't reach it. Does that answer your question?"
He ditched the playfully overdone theatrics and instead a quirky little smile stole across his face. "Yeah," he grinned, pressing his lips to hers, "it does."