"Of course you survived Lucivar." He shifted backward, not about to let her bloody up his face this soon in the game. By Daemon's own standards of 'soon,' of course, which mostly translated to 'at all.' "He knew you were with me, and I'd hardly take well to him killing you while I was there visiting."

Or at all, really. But there was a certain amount of teasing to be done. Those were the rules when negotiating the terms of nutcakes.