[The guard eyes Petyr with a protective distaste, but Empress rises from her seat on a bench and crosses to him, hands clasped demurely in front of her.]

Yes. And you must be Lord Petyr? [She assumes 'Lord' goes hand-in-hand with the title of Master of Coin, anyhow. She curtsy's lightly] Pleased to meet you. I am the Childlike Empress. I believe we have much to discuss, but might I ask you indulge my curiosity a little first?