My other favorite hottie dwarf . . . and GOT.

The "dreamy" Jon Snow of GOT.

I am currently watching Game of Thrones.  I have not read George R.R. Martin‘s books, and so at times I confess I feel slightly overwhelmed by the myriad of characters in this alternate world. I find myself re-watching the episodes just to try to keep it all sorted out.

But I also watch for the strong performances within the show. Lots of good actors, lots of attractive actors.  Handsome young Kit Harington, who plays Jon Snow, has a strong fan ollowing.

And then there’s Nikolaj Coster-Waldau who plays the Kingslayer, Jaime Lannister, a bad guy who is quite the looker.  I have a certain fondness for bad boys who know how to smoulder.

The villianous but foxy Jaime Lannister.

But my personal favorite is a small actor with a big talent, Peter Dinklage, who plays Tyrion Lannister, Jaime’s brother.  Tyrion may be a dwarf often referred to in a derisive manner as “the imp,” but he’s quick-witted and witty and he knows how to play the game. He’s my favorite character played by one of my favorite actors.

Peter Dinklage as the quick-witted "imp" Tyrion Lannister.

GOT was not my introduction to Dinklage as an actor. I  discovered Peter in a wonderful film called The Station Agent which I highly recommend to all.  Later he had me laughing aloud as the would-be blackmailer and former lover of the dearly departed in both the UK and US versions of Death at a Funeral.   In real life he seems like a cool guy, with a certain dry sense of humor not unlike Tyrion’s.

Peter Dinklage: my second most-favorite hottie dwarf.  My first is, of course, the fellow below:

Dinklage with his Best Actor Emmy for Game of Thrones.

Sunday with Mr. Thornton

Given my earlier naughtiness with Sir Guy, I will be a proper lady once more and bring you our romantic hero, Mr. Thornton.  A  man who had to deal with a lot of angst and heartache before that train station scene, thank goodness he got a happy ending with the woman he loved. We get so little of that with our TDHBEW’s ChaRActers.  Time for lunch and then an afternoon nap. Later I will catch up with comments and emails, ladies.

In case you need a warm-up . . .

“Are you cold?”

“Mmmmmmm. Yes.” You shiver a little. The weather has turned from spring warmth to a fall-like chill.

“Come here, then.” His deep voice is like a velvet growl.

You snuggle against his broad chest. He always sleeps naked, no matter how frigid the weather.  The heat coming off that smooth, pale flesh is intoxicating.  How does he do it?

“But you certainly are not–cold.”

He chuckles, his fingers lightly dancing up and down your back as he nuzzles your neck.  Your fingers entwine in his tangle of soft raven hair. “That’s my wolf blood . . .” He whispers in your ear before a quick, sharp nibble of the lobe.

“Don’t tell me. You are actually a werewolf . . .”

“No–” He pauses. His hand slides down to the curve of my hip, gripping it.

“Just a–wolf. And I am very hungry this morning . . .”

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . .

I woke up and had to close the window. It’s 50 degrees F, which might not sound terribly cold, but factor in high humidity and winds up to 35 mph of the northerly variety, and it’s a right chilly April morning in south Alabama. Callie is cuddled up with me  and it’s of mutual benefit.

Of course, I suspect that this tall, rangy fellow could put out a lot of heat. From the stage play early in Mr. A’s career, “Use Me as Your Cardigan.” Notice how he had already perfected that smouldering technique quite well.