"Wait, wait, wait," Warren repeated as he backed away from Tyrion. "I was at Amelia's home for work at first, but then she wanted to pay me to spread around the town how the duchess doesn't care for my mother."
Damien offered Tyrion the knife, but it wasn't taken.
"Go on," Tyrion urged Warren to speak.
"She paid me again to approach the duchess at the ball. To speak of how my mother wasn't cared for. That is why I went up to the Collinses. That is all," Warren said.
"Should we torture the rest out of him?" Damien asked, not believing what Warren said.
"No," Tyrion shook his head. "I believe him. He's on the verge of pissing himself. Hold the knife, Damien. I don't need it. Bring me the bar," Tyrion said, his plans for Warren's eyes remaining.
"Wait! I told you the truth," Warren said, his back pressed against a wall.
Warren didn't have anywhere else to run. The window wouldn't open. Warren had failed to get it to open when he thought the guards weren't watching him.
