A Game of Thrones
"Lord Petyr," Ned called after him. "I... am grateful for your help. Perhaps I was wrong to distrust you."
Littlefinger fingered his small pointed beard. "You are slow to learn, Lord Eddard. Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed down off your horse." (26 Eddard 5.81-82)
"Tyrell had to know the mare was in heat," Littlefinger was saying. "I swear the boy planned the whole thing. Gregor has always favored huge, ill-tempered stallions with more spirit than sense." The notion seemed to amuse him.
It did not amuse Ser Barristan Selmy. "There is small honor in tricks," the old man said stiffly.
"Small honor and twenty thousand golds." Lord Renly smiled. (31 Eddard 7.89-91)
Tyrion shivered. Now there was a nasty suspicion. Perhaps the direwolf and the lion were not the only beasts in the woods, and if that was true, someone was using him as a catspaw. Tyrion Lannister hated being used. (39 Tyrion 5.49)