( Although the Starks might be the equivalent of millionaire, but not a single one of them could call themselves a playboy. Not even Eddard Stark, known for having a bastard son out of wedlock. The similarities begin and end with wealth, it seems.
At any rate, she makes her vow, and she gets the closest thing to a proper thanks he's inclined to give: one slow, appreciative nod. He'll not admit to looking out for either of them for as long as he's here, but they both know the truth of it. He will be. Perhaps he ought to mention Sansa Stark while he's at it, but he trusts the last name will be enough. He's given away too much of himself as it is.
He also appreciates the out she gives him, though he'll not acknowledge that either. He just plays his role by snorting, and shifting upright again with his hand on his hilt. )
Think I'll take my chances with the hogs.
( No real parting words follow. He slips out without fanfare, disappearing into the woods, heading back to town. )
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At any rate, she makes her vow, and she gets the closest thing to a proper thanks he's inclined to give: one slow, appreciative nod. He'll not admit to looking out for either of them for as long as he's here, but they both know the truth of it. He will be. Perhaps he ought to mention Sansa Stark while he's at it, but he trusts the last name will be enough. He's given away too much of himself as it is.
He also appreciates the out she gives him, though he'll not acknowledge that either. He just plays his role by snorting, and shifting upright again with his hand on his hilt. )
Think I'll take my chances with the hogs.
( No real parting words follow. He slips out without fanfare, disappearing into the woods, heading back to town. )