She was better than Cersei had ever been. She was able to control herself in ways that his sister could only lash out, rave and throw things. "I'm sure that little shit is alive and well," if he knew his brother he had talked himself into safety. Tyrion had the ability to talk himself or buy his way into the skirts of a septa if he wished it, Jaime didn't doubt his survival skills. He had survived the Vale, the Battle of Blackwater but his greatest feat was surviving King's Landing.

"It would make us family," his smile was actually genuine as impossible as they may seem for a Lannister. "I'm sorry we had not crossed paths sooner," not necessarily. Meeting her soon would mean he had to admit to being who he was and whatever came with being who he was.