"People tend to love it when I pay them a visit. That or they're muttering under their breath." Tyrion sounds a bit sardonic about his status in life. "Though things seem to be looking far better here.

But her name gets a bit of a bemused smile. "Grace. Yes, yes, yes, I know this place has people from numerous realms, but that is a rather strange name." He reaches for a craft of wine, and he pours it into his goblet. He tries to think if such things like titles and names matter here, and he then remembers that they don't. "Lord Tyrion of house Lannister. But I believe Tyrion will do just fine, Grace."