[What escapes him is a scoff, humorless and dry, but he quickly waves it away.]

Sorry. I know you’re right, it’s just…I’m a king. Job’s not so different.

[He just traded one for the other, hadn't he? Especially now that he was working at the Crucible. Though, now wasn’t the time to examine that thought too closely.]

But to your question: Jon does, on occasion. I’m his bird. Though sometimes, it’s less structured than that; a head in a lap goes a long way.