Pausing mere inches away from the knight's face, looking up at him, Jon's gaze was firm, almost a glare at that. Briefly looking over at the woman, presumably kin to Loras, Jon briefly bowed.
"M'lady, apologies in advance." he remarked, Jon once again succumbing to his honor and formalities, easing up a bit as he directed his attention back to Ser Loras.
"I could say the same for the Knight of Flowers, a'ye, and you know by The Old Gods if I had a voice in the matter I'd be at The Wall. And hells, I'll take my head lobbing off if I had to, not sure if you can say the same, ser." Jon remarked, his voice thick, his blood of ice, and his heart of iron.
"My name is Jon Snow, Bastard of Winterrfell. I am no Stark, a'ye, I contest to that." he paused, tightening the grip of his fists, looking dead in Ser Loras eyes, having to look up at the rather flamboyant, dashing knight.
"But The North Remembers, Ser Loras. Winter is coming, and no lion gold or petite roses will save you from that." the Snow declared, backing up a bit, venting his anger at a House whom he considered was enemies to his brothers.
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