I don't want to play this game.

I don't care the way the game works.

Two - the pleasure of my company,

- What sort of accent is that? - Foreign.

I don't believe the life of the Silent Sisters is for you.

[ R ]

- I don't know. Ginger cunt, three tents down. - And he didn't have anything to say about it?

Who are you?

What did your mother call you?

Shae. What did your mother call you?

What do you want from me?

I want you to share my tent.

I want you to pour my wine, laugh at my jokes,

I want you to take no other man to bed for as long as we're together.

And I want you to fuck me like it's my last night in this world.

Who told you this? Women you paid?

And three...

more gold than you can spend if you lived a thousand years.

The fire is burning your pretty soft skin.

- Let's do something I'm good at. - What are you good at?