The Imp strikes again! Not simply a happy go lucky dwarf, but a self admitted lusty and drunken one as well. One might be forgiven to think that Tyrion finds his only solice in wine, women and song since the rest of his life seems thoroughly put upon. Not enough to be the runt of the litter, no, no. Let's throw him to the wolves of war and see if he lives. Great. Ehmmm, hand me a mug of ale, there, wench!