Then Tyrion sat in his own chair, piled high with cushions. Although he hated Littlefinger and a hundred thoughts raced through his mind, he decided to calm down first. Tyrion complimented Littlefinger on his elegant attire, and the two exchanged another round of flattery.
At last, Tyrion mentioned the curved Valyrian steel blade with the dragonbone hilt. Littlefinger drew it and looked at Tyrion nonchalantly. "If you're interested, I'll give it to you."
"Give it to me?" Tyrion gave Littlefinger a meaningful look. Arrogant Littlefinger. Not only does he understand, he understands that I know he lied. But this really was not the right time to move against him.
Tyrion decided to speak with Littlefinger directly. They both needed to see what bargaining chips the other held.
Tyrion knew Littlefinger's bargaining chips were the Vale and his team of financial officials. That madwoman Lysa obeyed his every word. As for Tyrion's own bargaining chips, he felt that his niece Myrcella was his last remaining option. Next came the most important moment: the exchange. This was politics, and politics was a game of exchanges.
Tyrion knew Littlefinger's past. Once, as a ward at Riverrun, he had enjoyed very friendly relations with House Tully. But that duel had put an end to all of it.
"Lady Catelyn may have a slight misunderstanding about me," Tyrion said, looking at Littlefinger.
"Oh? Tell me from the beginning."
"Many things that had nothing to do with me have been laid at my door," Tyrion explained. He did not know who had told all those lies, but Littlefinger was undoubtedly a master of jokes and falsehoods. He had lied in King's Landing about bedding both of the Trout's daughters. If so, it was entirely possible that he had also lied about Tyrion using a dagger to