You'll find me unlike most men, Your Grace. I keep two names. I don't make a secret of either though. Both are welcome to rest on any lips that wish to speak them. Such are our ways.

[Keeping pace with her, he walks slow to accommodate her smaller strides. Littlefinger is a short man but the visiting monarch is a dainty thing. She'd probably be quite the curiosity had she come to Westeros under different circumstances. How much could he charge a lord to bed such a specimen?]