Sansa arches a brow in amusement when he implies she might be a serial killer who wears the skin of others and she shakes her head. "No, I might have been married to a Bolton but I have not taken up the habit of flaying people. Anyone who has been killed on my account has earned it through their own foul deeds."

Sansa thinks that is perhaps not terribly comforting so she pauses for a moment and tries to decide how best to explain herself.

"I am a queen. When one is a ruler, and in war, deaths occur at your hand whether directly or indirectly. I have never wanted to kill someone for the joy of it. I like to think of myself as a decent person for the most part but that is in the eye of the beholder. I did not take your words as insult."