There was a flash of satisfaction on his face, but Aemond was careful to mask it again. He enjoyed when his theories and observations were proven right, though he couldn't enjoy that sense of pride too much. That was how the weaker willed were all too easily manipulated.

Despite his best efforts to guard his true feelings, a look of vulnerability briefly flashed across his face when Wrathion spoke next. To feel lost between two communities where he should have felt most himself was something Aemond understood intimately. "That you managed to escape at all ..." His tone was a little wistful as he trailed off. Sometimes, when he was alone, he'd fantasized about flying away to join the Night's Watch. Far up north, where no one in his family could ever reach him, where he could give up all claim to his titles and lands and responsibility to become a guard at the edge of the world.

Exhaling a bit with a small shake of his head, Aemond tried to build his walls back up again. "Bold that any could think to imprison you," he added in a tone that implied he thought those people were spectacularly stupid. "If any of your enemies arrive here, I would not be opposed to killing them." Aemond made that offer way too casually.