{ooc: No worries! I've been slow too. Beginning of the semester and all...}

[At hearing the name, Jaime's eyebrows arch in surprise, and he smiles in an attempt not to laugh. It may be a little mocking, but it's not malicious. There's a healthy dose of self-deprecation here.]

Stark? So, YOU are the Stark that's here?

[Unbidden, his imagination adds Tony to his memories of the Stark family at Winterfell. It's so incongruous that he can't help but laugh.]

I don't mean to mock your name, Master Stark, but there is a House that shares it where I come from and... you are not like them. You seem to be possessed of a sense of humor, for one, and you haven't gone all stony-faced and droned on about Winter OR honor yet...

[He chuckles to himself. Making fun of the Starks back home is almost too easy to be fun, but still, if the targets present themselves... he can' resist.

The pricklemane peers at the image of the bat on Tony's head and mews a friendly, "Hello, little bat! My person seems to like your person, so I'd like to be friends!"

Jaime scratches the pricklemane behind the ears.]

Thank you for the tip. I am ready to be impressed...

[The pricklemane jumps off his lap and runs over to the door. "Well come on, then, Person of Mine! Let me show you what I can do!"]