"San, honey? How does this man still have his head?"
Sansa cannot help but laugh but she does have the decency to try and hide it in her hands because she doesn't want Sandor to think she's laughing at him, more that she is laughing at the ridiculous situation where someone is so unafraid of him that they'd nickname him something so intimate and soft as San and Honey. She tries her meat and it's good but she's always had a light appetite, something that had served her well during the wars she's endured.
"I suppose you wouldn't want him to call me that, would you? I assure you, no one does. I am merely Sansa to everyone in existence these days. No sweetling, no Little Bird, not anything at all. However, I may have to lift that name from our friend to call you. I'm certain you'll adore it."
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Sansa cannot help but laugh but she does have the decency to try and hide it in her hands because she doesn't want Sandor to think she's laughing at him, more that she is laughing at the ridiculous situation where someone is so unafraid of him that they'd nickname him something so intimate and soft as San and Honey. She tries her meat and it's good but she's always had a light appetite, something that had served her well during the wars she's endured.
"I suppose you wouldn't want him to call me that, would you? I assure you, no one does. I am merely Sansa to everyone in existence these days. No sweetling, no Little Bird, not anything at all. However, I may have to lift that name from our friend to call you. I'm certain you'll adore it."