(..) at this hour? - I took her. - Took her? - From whom? - From, uh... Ser... What's his name? - I don't know. Ginger cunt, three tents down. - And he didn't have anything to say about it? He said something. Well, the odds of me living long enough for him to retaliate have just dropped drastically. (..)
(..) Right. Now, don't think this means I approve of this nonsense with you and Alliser Thorne. That's a man's sword. It'll take a man to wield it. I'll apologize to Ser Alliser tonight. No, you won't. I sent him to King's Landing yesterday. The hand that your wolf tore off that thing's wrist... (..)