"I... wasn't. Honest, Sir." She presses her face the harder to the bars, her fingers reaching to curl into the soft silk of his clothes. She hesitates to touch though, stopping herself just millimetres from actually making contact with Jon. She can't understand why he's annoyed: she genuinely believes in what she's said about Ned and Robb. Why tell the truth when you can lie and avoid trouble?

"Why would you? No one does nowt for free, and I don't have nothing but words. You don't look the type to take hair or teeth or the others that I have to offer. And anyway, mine are too dirty to be made use of. So take my words, Sir. I don't mean half of what I say, honest I don't."