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?