Selfish reasons

Outside, Jason moved back for his room, thinking deeply over tonight's events. In the end, it came down to a simple aspect…everyone wanted to use him for their ends. Joffrey saw him as some gladiator to amuse him. Ned saw him as a sympathetic man willing to help for an honourable cause. King Robert saw him as a tool to further whatever political plans he had in mind.

"Different world…same selfish motives," Jason muttered to himself as he'd stop at the small yard before the Great Hall. Taking a deep breath of cold fresh air to clear his head, he'd clear someone approaching him from behind, making him glance about.

"You…Did the King send you to double his offer?" said Jason, making the blond-haired man chuckle out in amusement.

"No, although I now wonder what he did try to buy you off with now that you mentioned it." Jaime Lannister asked in a jesting manner. "The King is known for throwing quite the lavish gifts to win over even the most troublesome of people."

Jaime wasn't in his King's Guard armour, wearing instead a finely tanned leather and gold-threaded outfit, a quite dashing one considering its custom design. "I see you and Robert chatted at long last. From the way he looked, you must have angered him as well." The dashing royal guard said in a formal yet friendly manner.

"I do that often to everyone. Kings, nobles and their fancy guards." Jason muttered back as he moved for the gate door.

The Lannister laughed out at how Jason rudely dismissed him, yet didn't back down. "My…they weren't joking about you. Demon Eyes is a fitting title considering those gruff manners." Jaime chuckled, much to the Surgebinder's annoyance.

"Demon Eyes?" Jason grumbled, wondering who came up with the name. "Pretty boring name considering..."

"I fitting nickname though. Targaryen face, white hair and those strange eyes…very diabolical. Even the way you fight matches. Fast yet fierce." Jaime remarked, although his tone had a hint of respect mentioning how Jason fought. "Still didn't stop you from taking a beating from what I saw."

"Match was a draw last I checked. Had Sandor on his ass in the end." Jason remarked back.

Jaime nodded his head in agreement. "Ah yes you did…though people say you cheated." He'd pace around to be in front of the Surgebinder, getting between him and the gate out. "Everyone baffled at how you knocked him down with little more than one hand. Man is nearly seven feet tall after all and dented in heavy armour. Bet it take Robert in his prime to knock him down with a single strike to the chest."

Jason shrugged, keeping that cold stare towards the Lannister. "Maybe I just spooked him, made him overreacted and just trip over himself." He simply stated back.

"Possible," Jaime said, yet witty hinted in those eyes showed his doubt as he'd step closer, although Jason didn't back off. "Yet perhaps when you're cornered like that again you may just be desperate enough to try that move again." The Lannister has one hand reach forward to give a mocking prod at Jason's chest…a big mistake.

At this point the Surgebinder's considerable patience was thin as his right hand moved lightning fast, grabbing Jaime's wrist roughly. The knight's expression quickly shifted from confident to tense as he locked gazes with Jason, seeing frustration in them. If anything his gaze showed true shock, unsure how Jason had moved so fast in just the blink of an eye.

"Don't you have a half-drunk king to babysit? Last I checked he was fondling some girl right in front of his dear wife." Jason remarked, voice low and almost growl like while his grip loosened slightly after a long moment.

Jaime was silent for a long moment before he'd force his arm back to free himself from the Surgebinder, rubbing at the sore spot and flexing his hand. "You have a point. Rather not have the King embarrass himself in front of everyone, especially my sister." He calmly stated before walking around the Surgebinder and back towards the Great Hall to rejoin the feast. "Enjoy your rest, Jason. Remember that I'll be keeping an eye on you." He added before entering the bustling hall.

"Smug bastard…" Jason muttered to himself. If anything he'd have to watch on for that one. While overconfident like Theon, Jaime obviously had a sharp eye to have noticed Jason using stormlight in close quarters. Last he needed was someone learning about the skills he had been keeping hidden. Returning Guest House and to his room, Jason drop onto the large bed, sighing as the ale and bothersome conversations lingered in his head made his head throb. "Guh…now I remember why I hate feasts and parties."