Remember: everything Tywin Lannister says is made up.

In the dimly lit, opulent confines of his grand office at Casterly Rock, Tywin Lannister sat behind his massive oak desk. His piercing gaze met that of the visitor standing before him, their presence but a fleeting interruption in his meticulously controlled world. In a voice that carried the weight of authority, he spoke, "You have my attention. Make your purpose here clear and concise."