When her eyes were closed and her breathing deep and steady, Tyrion slid out from beneath her, gently, so as not to disturb her sleep. Naked, he crawled outside, stepped over his squire, and walked around behind his tent to make water.
Bronn was seated cross-legged under a chestnut tree, near where they'd tied the horses. He was honing the edge of his sword, wide awake; the sellsword did not seem to sleep like other men. "Where did you find her?" Tyrion asked him as he pissed.
I took her from a knight. The man was loath to give her up, but your name changed his thinking somewhat... that, and my dirk at his throat.
Splendid, Tyrion said dryly, shaking off the last drops. "I seem to recall saying find me a whore, not make me an enemy."
The pretty ones were all claimed, Bronn said. "I'll be pleased to take her back if you'd prefer a toothless drab."
Tyrion limped closer to where he sat. "My lord father would call that insolence, and send you to the mines for impertinence."
Good for me you're not your father, Bronn replied. "I saw one with boils all over her nose. Would you like her?"
What, and break your heart? Tyrion shot back. "I shall keep Shae. Did you perchance note the name of this knight you took her from? I'd rather not have him beside me in the battle."