Come down to Whitehall today.
I… What time is it? Hold on. [rustling, muted] Nobody. It’s Stannis… [clearly again] Okay, I’m up. Whitehall? Why, what’s going on?
Bloody hell, you’re still asl—I’ve got a leadership contest to prepare for. (pause) I’m running, Davos, and Robert knows.
… What? You’re not serious. [long pause, a somewhat strangled laugh] Who am I kidding, you’re always serious. You’ll have to pardon my language, but what the fuck is going on? When did you decide this?
Just come down to Whitehall. I’ll have you talk to the other MPs, see if they’d hop off their fences for once. Others...
Fine. What do you need me to do?