Aemond snorted, but his expression actually softened with genuine amusement for a moment. This man was intelligent. That was refreshing. "You catch on quite quickly," he commented, and there was none of his usual sarcasm in his voice. Raising his cup, he took a sip before offering, "Later, then." He'd track down whichever court Kelson was placed in and they could reconvene.

His reaction to their funeral practices was carefully noted, though Aemond made no attempt to push the issue. "There are some places here that might suit such needs," he said vaguely, glancing out at the crowd just to be certain none of the Adopted were listening. "Once you're settled, I can show you." He didn't mind sharing what few spaces he'd found to hide away in. And if that secured this alliance, all the better.