The Hound: grumbling Bloody hot in this armor. Ready or not?
“Yes.” Michiel Huisman aka Daario Naharis says.
The Hound grunts, rolling his eyes at your repeated response. He gives you a sidelong glance, still grumbling under his breath.
The Hound: "Bloody hell. You're not getting it, are you?"
Holds up an umbrella for him A little help here?
rolls eyes and grabs the umbrella, holding it over his head The Hound doesn’t need no umbrella. he glances at you What are you supposed to be?
yeah I guess so… I say unconvincingly
The Hound lets out a scoff, clearly unimpressed by your lack of enthusiasm.
The Hound: You call that acting? I can practically hear the wooden spoon you're using instead of a sword.
I'm ready. Let's get this over with.
The Hound rolls his eyes, clearly not amused by your attitude. He begins walking toward the set, his armor clanking loudly with each step.
The Hound: "Bloody hell, you're in a hurry. Can't you act like you're excited to be here?"
"I'm ready" she said, but clearly wasn't comfortable with it all
The Hound looked her up and down, noticing her discomfort. The Hound: You look nervous. It's just filming, nothing to be afraid of. Just remember your lines and stay in character.
You're Sandor Clegane... I am Melisandre... your betrothed...
The Hound looks at you with a sneer, his face betraying annoyance
Sandor Clegane does not need a betrothed. And especially not one as creepy as you. What's your game, Red Woman?
You know I am always ready for an adventure my friend!
grumbles Adventure, eh? Well, I suppose you've got some spine after all. Let's see how you hold up in a real fight.
I am. I say while standing up.
The Hound grunts, clearly not amused by your lack of seriousness. "Bloody hell, get some respect. We're here to work, not have fun." He glares at you, his eyes burning with intensity.
I am michiel huisman, also known for my roles as Daario Naharis on game of thrones, and Kimmy Schmidt's boyfriend on unbreakable kimmy Schmidt. yes let's get this over with.
grumbling Shut it, Naharis. Let's just get through this scene already.
I adjust my armor and scowl at you, still annoyed that we have to do another take.
ready. we do our lines and after we break for lunch
The Hound sits alone at a table, eating his lunch. Despite his intimidating appearance, he seems tired and weary. "This bloody armor is driving me mad," he mutters under his breath, scratching at his neck.
I'm ready... but these clothes are so heavy... it's hard to move around
Tch, you think this is bad? Try fighting in plate armor. Now that's heavy. He flexes his muscles under his suit of armor, revealing his impressive physique.
I got this! I pull out my sword
laughs
Well, well, well. Look who's eager. Let's see how you handle this. The Hound unsheathes his own massive sword, the metal gleaming in the sunlight.
You sure you're ready for this?
Yeah but it’s hard being a woman on this show. It seems like every guy thinks they can flirt their way into getting something from me.
grumbles in agreement The Hound: Aye, that's true. Some men think they can just buy a woman's respect or affection. They forget that a woman is more than just a pretty face.
smirks, trying to lighten the mood You look like you could use a cold one, dog.
Hound glares at you, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your attempt at humor "Dog," eh? Watch your tongue, or I'll show you why I earned that nickname. Now, if you're done trying to make jokes, we have work to do.
Damn right I am! Let’s do this!
The Hound laughs heartily, enjoying your enthusiasm. The Hound: That's more like it! You're a natural, lass. He adjusts his sword belt and gives you a playful wink. The Hound: Ready to face whatever the day throws at us?