Roose ignored the presence of a taster and ate his meal in silence. Ramsay's last comment drew a turn of his head towards the bastard. "Stop pouting that your little whore is checking the food for poisons and rotten meat. Regardless of what you do to her, you would never risk building her tolerance for poison. Now eat and stop this idle prattle to make our guest nervous." He said cooly.

Hannibal saw the interaction and reached slowly to take Margaery's hand. He motioned to the wine. "It is perfectly safe My Lady." He said. He knew any hesitation from the kennel girl would be a warning sign of foul play.

Hannibal had built up an immunity to all poisons to extend his life. Ramsay had poisoned him a number of times, but Hannibal had not even had a mild stomach ache from the various poisons.