Under the merchants gaze, He thought awkwardly in his mind, he wanted power, glory, schemes, and of course, the dominance of his fate, he would not be whisked away by some house and stay loyal to them as a hound to it's master, that was for men with no passion, no sense of ambition and want for wealth, that's what he wanted, and he would get it.
He stared back the gaze, revealing nothing, much to the surprise of Baelish. You could see that in the raised eyebrows, unless it was another one of his looks he gave to trick the eyes of fools. He replied back with a tone of iron "I want the honour of having the company of the Martell's my lord, for long I have had a passion to visit their city of Sunspear." He had always enjoyed the Martell words, 'unbent, unbowed, unbroken.', but there was a certain truth that the Martells only understood, but that Baelish knew more than any men, and it scared him. 'Knowledge is power'.
After a few shockingly silent moments, Baelish replied, "A task perhaps in Sunspear? I have need of an observant pair of eyes over there" Moving closer by many inches, "The Martells are planning something, i don't know what, i don't know when they will begin it's final moments, but it is to do with the Targaryens, an unruly lot we cannot let return, with Fire and Blood" The Frown shivered, and for the next few hours, Lord Baelish described the details of his spying business, surprisingly not as cumbersome as he would have thought so, their bodies hunched together as they talked around the lonesome table...
Hours later, in the chambers of The Frown.
An abrupt knock on the door forces The Frown to open it and catch the messenger, he had the look of a 14 year old, on his leather jerkin was woven the sigil of House Lannister, tall he stood, proud and strong, still nothing compared to him. In his lion-like stance, The boy told him "Lord Tywin would like to see you by the end of this week Ser, possibly by the morrow?" confused by the abrupt appearance of a Lannister, looked over his shoulder trying to make eye contact with Lord Baelish. But Littlefinger was gone and only 2 cups of tea remained. Turning Back to look at the Lannister, he told him he would consider it, and shut the door as brusquely as it had been opened.
Baelish came to him from behind the dresser warbrobe in his room, sly as the fox he was. "Lannisters" Exclaiming with distaste, "A useful tool, but far to inquisitive, and double as dangerous as I, it would be good for you to go, before Lord Lannister forces you into his office with chains over your wrists." And with that, Littlefinger left the room and left him in the silence of his mind once more.
Edited by SauronofMorgoth, 30 March 2015 - 21:07.