[Huaisang shakes his head, smile widening just a tiny bit more.] Only the two of us.

There are different kinds of justice.

[This is why he got a second bottle, so there's still one for himself. And for Baratheon's next round, by the rate he's drinking. Picking up the bottle, he taps it against his 'husband's' bottle, then drinks.]

What are your virtues now, if you're no longer the warrior of your younger years?