As well as can be expected gets a thin and crooked smile -- if Jaime were unable to survive what some may see as sly jabs or criticisms, or took offense to all of them leveled his way by man or woman alike, he'd never have survived his own household, between Cersei and Tyrion. The topic is allowed to carry on as she continues, now listing forward in his chair, elbows set against knees in a slouch forward that is customary for him, yet somehow attentive.

He doesn't seem put off. Maybe Jack was onto something.

"I feel moved," Jaime why do you always sound sarcastic even when you're not, "to be clear that I don't hail from a realm infested with monsters of the sort found in Baedal." Only the man-shaped kind. "I've met and slayed a few villains since my time here, but I've no skill with magics to speak of."