"Suit yourself, Sandor," Sansa says, smiling into her cup of mead. She knows that she shouldn't push it too far but she likes that there is another person here that she knows and that she can trust. No one cares about Sansa Stark here except that the two who do - Jon Snow and Sandor Clegane - care very much. They just have very, very different ways of showing it.

"No one has ever called me Sweetling that followed it up with anything kind," Sansa says. "So perhaps it is...well, I won't say what you said but you understand the sentiment, naturally."

Perhaps she's a new Sansa now but she doesn't think she can be quite so vulgar as Sandor is, even in quotation of him.