"Even fish out of water can be poisonous," she advised. "Or can cut through to the bone with scales and sharp spines."

Margaery looked up from a small bookshelf when his tone darkened. She blinked a few times, then smiled softly with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think if I had the choice of being alone with the mongrel or dropped alone north of the Wall, I would much prefer to take my chances with the latter."

Margaery again turned a disappointed glance to the bookshelf. It was a lonely piece of furniture. But it did make her think. "I should like to see the crypts, where the Stark ancestors are buried, to pay my respects. Sansa Stark was a good friend of mine, you see. Do you think that might be arranged?"

A hostage making entertainment demands. Margaery was not used to being some place not of her own free will when she could not leave at her leisure. But she would not give into her fear amongst the rabid dogs and flaying men.