You won't get tired of my face. [He counters confidently, but he was more caught up in paying attention to each and every detail of the walk inside. There's nothing to catch on here, aside from his men, but that's smarter than more than half his targets. Ned was smart. Ned was...

He's cut off thinking of ways to describe Ned by his elbowing, swatting his hands as he starts up the stairs. Fascinating.] Have you forgotten you're inviting an assassin into your home? I find other ways than the door.