[Ghost of Harrenhal]

Originally Posted by Young stormlord

Ser Kevan Lannister to Cersei

Aye,” her uncle said, “and from what I saw of Joffrey, you are as unfit a mother as you are a ruler.”
She threw the contents of her wine cup full in his face.
Ser Kevan rose with a ponderous dignity. “Your Grace.” Wine trickled down his cheeks and dripped from his close-cropped beard. “With your leave, might I withdraw?”

My turn, or maybe not ?

“A chivalrous man would dismount,”

Yep Your turn, good sir