"Are you done with your yelling?" Tyrion asked, unaffected by Warren's reaction. "Are you finally seeing that when you make foolish choices, you affect others? Your poor mother."
"Don't speak of my mother!" Warren yelled, yearning to get his hands on Tyrion.
"We are both on my land. I can speak my mind, and you will listen. It should please you to know that someone cares about you, as a man from the court inquired about you," Tyrion said.
"You're wasting your mother's time and money all because you wanted to confront the Collins."
"Release me, you bastard!"
"For you to go run your mouth to the court and town guards? You're not trustworthy, which is why you will never leave my dungeon. It would be good for you to stop biting the doctor when he comes to tend to your eyes. One more incident and the doctor won't come," Tyrion said, watching as Warren struggled to turn.
"Just kill me! Get it over with," Warren pleaded.
