“He'd missed matching wits with her. "Shall we duel with our lips?" "You may find yourself eating grass for breakfast.” — Vicky Dreiling Copy Share Image
“Tyrion looked pointedly at his right hand. “Why, I have steel in my hand, Ser Allister, although it appears to be a crab fork. Shall we duel?” He hopped up on his chair and began poking at Thorne’s chest with… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
