“I know you are wealthy, Tyrion Lannister.” “The second son of Casterly Rock, living a life of luxury and abundance, protected by guards and Bronn, you don’t need a friend like me.” “But now you come to me saying, ‘Lord Corleone, please grant me justice!’” “You have no respect for me whatsoever, you don’t consider me a friend.” “You won’t even call me ‘Sir.’” Thus spoke Vito Corleone in the dungeons of King’s Landing. The short dwarf took two steps forward, knelt on one knee, and reverently kissed the back of his hand: “Sir Corleone, please forgive my past folly.” “My brother said that, throughout the entire Seven Kingdoms, only you can give me justice.” “I can pay more.” Hearing this, Corleone grinned, touching the golden dragon he always kept close to his body in his pocket: “You have already expressed your…”