Melisandre just watched as Jaime approached them, saying nothing at first, though she did offer a polite, friendly smile. She did not know a great deal about Jaime Lannister as a person, except that he was dangerous and not to be trusted, even though he technically worked for the Prime Minister. For Robert will soon be our enemy, too.
“We’ve not seen Stannis yet,” she agreed. “This is a rather large place, after all, and we’ve only just arrived.” Melisandre studied Jaime, eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. She wondered if he was looking for Stannis, or had only mentioned him because the three of them were nearly always together. The fact that they were not at that moment made her slightly uncomfortable. It was rather difficult to look out for Stannis and his interests among such people if she did not even know where he was. A glimpse of the unmistakable Viserys Targaryen nearby, a girl in a short black dress hanging on his arm, did not reassure her. The press inside the palace seemed infatuated with him—to be expected, but still not a good sign.
“Well,” Melisandre smiled at Jaime, “I do hope you’ll excuse us. So many people to see, you understand. I hope you’re having an excellent time, though, Mr. Lannister.” She glanced pointedly at Davos. “Shall we go find our boss?”
The chuckle Jaime gave in reply to Davos’ question was completely void of mirth and he did his best to return the polite smile the other man gave him. “As much as one can enjoy an eighteen year old’s party when they’re in their fourties and on guard duty.” He muttered, staring down into his champagne flute as he swirled the contents lazily before taking a small sip of the drink. He’d never held an interest in politics or making nice with the media - much to his father’s chagrin - and tonight was no different, although he decided to play a little nicer than usual. After all, the night was not just for Sansa Stark’s benefit. “Quite a turnout, I don’t think you’ll make it around everyone. But I’m sure anyone of importance will be interested in talking to Stannis Baratheon’s most trusted employee.”
He directed his attention to Melisandre when she spoke, smiling courteously as he had been taught to in the presence of women, although he still regarded her with some suspicion. He’d heard the muttered rumours of her less than fond opinion of Robert Baratheon and her intentions for Stannis to replace his brother at the head of the Labour Party. Not that it mattered to him who’s side she picked. The politicians could play their games for as long as they pleased, at least as long as they didn’t try to take him down along with Robert. He wasn’t above jumping off a ship when he knew it was sinking, as he’d proven with Aerys.
“I wish I could confirm if he’s here or not but unfortunately the men I’ve been given to handle the comings and goings of guests are a rather witless bunch.” He shrugged with feigned apology written across his face before tipping his glass in acknowledgement to her. “Yes, of course, don’t mind me. Go on and enjoy yourselves, somebody ought to.” He gave a joking smile that only flitted across his face for a moment. Acting like the gracious high society party goer had never been his forte, any conversation that could be cut short was a blessing to him. “Make sure to give my regards to Stannis.”