A/N: Thanks for the reviews!
To JuliaAurelia: Drogo was supposed to be making a smart-alecky comment there, with typical Dothraki sexism. It was much clearer in my head than it came out, haha. And challenge accepted!
Tyshion
Tysha sat back on her heels. "I've never done that before," she admitted, blushing. "Did it please you?" She sounded anxious.
"You're a natural," Tyrion gasped. He took a moment to catch his breath, then repositioned himself on the bed. He grinned at Tysha and began to raise her skirts. "Your turn," he announced.
She turned even redder. "Oh, but-"
Tyrion silenced her with a look. "A Lannister," he intoned with mock solemnity, "always pays his debts."
Maidslayer
Jaime walked into the bedchamber and spied Brienne peering at her reflection in the glass. She was frowning.
He crept up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Don't worry, love," he grinned. "I'm pretty enough for both of us."
Brienne made a show of running her gaze over the foppish lace at his throat before meeting his eyes. "Now let's just hope I'm man enough for both of us," she said dryly.
Northwesterling
It wasn't hard to make herself weep. She had already been weeping for days. Every time Jeyne thought that she had cried her last, and surely she must now be as dry as the Dornish desert, she discovered another endless well of sorrow within herself.
She drew on this deliberately, and her mother was satisfied. As soon as the door closed behind her, Jeyne went to the window and emptied the tansy tea out of the bedpan where she had poured it. She watched it spatter down the stones with grim satisfaction. Wolves did not bow to lions.