"I'll be certain to let you know," Sansa says. "I do not think it will be an issue, however, since no one cares who Sansa Stark is other than my brother and, presumably, you."

Still, men are men, and Sansa knows that she cannot trust them. The only safe men are her brother and Sandor, no one else, and any man she meets here is someone she will hold at arms' length. Women cannot be trusted either but women cannot do the things to her that a man can do. That's a special sort of cruelty.

Sansa tries to eat more of her food. Her appetite is light, yes, but this was bought for her and she needs to be appreciative of it. A Stark isn't someone who dismisses hospitality out of hand and Sansa certainly isn't, especially since Sandor Clegane isn't the sort to hand it out.

"You would truly cut their tongue out for me?"