Sansa arches her brow, utterly amused. "San? Has someone given you a lover's name, Sandor Clegane? Perish the thought. I presume given your reaction you have not actually consented to it."

When would he? Sandor Clegane isn't one to even allow his own proper name as a form of address, much less a nickname, and he seems so put out by it that she finds it amusing. Sansa drums her fingers on the table and thinks about the fact that he's still wildly possessive of her and her person. As a girl, she'd thought it meant he wanted her as a man wants a woman but now she thinks it is simply because he's protective of her and doesn't want anyone bothering her. A strange sworn shield but a sworn shield all the same, she thinks.

"I could also be San. What if he called me that? Would he still be a terrible person if he used the name for me instead of you? It isn't anything I've been called before but it is possible."