'Your word of honour?' Ser Brynden raised an eyebrow. 'Do you even know what honor is?'
A horse. 'I will swear any oath that you require.'
'Spare me, Kingslayer.'
'I want to. Strike your banners and open your gates and I'll grant your men their lives. [...]'
- A Feast for Crows, Jaime VI
I won't lie, I love Jaime's sass ;).