Sandor, she says, and it still sounds like bells and songs to his ears. Still feels fucking bizarre to hear, given all her Sers, and all the precarious ways she's gone about avoiding speaking of him the same as she'd avoided looking at him. It's new, this way that it seems they're on... almost even footing.
A woman grown. Part of him mourns the loss. Part of him feels an unearned pride he's no business feeling, given all the missteps he took during her time in the Red Keep. Best not to think about that too closely.
His lips quirk up; I won't say what you said.
"I'd pay good coin to hear you call someone a cunt," he muses wryly, stabbing his fork into a hunk of basically-pork. "That'll be a day to mark as a fucking holiday."
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A woman grown. Part of him mourns the loss. Part of him feels an unearned pride he's no business feeling, given all the missteps he took during her time in the Red Keep. Best not to think about that too closely.
His lips quirk up; I won't say what you said.
"I'd pay good coin to hear you call someone a cunt," he muses wryly, stabbing his fork into a hunk of basically-pork. "That'll be a day to mark as a fucking holiday."