"If Ramsey Bolton comes here, the only life that will be exchange will be his for his balls." Tyrion murmurs as he closes the door to the refrigerator, then moves around the kitchen itself, eying the other lights that do not seem to require flame. Fascinating. "Because I plan to make Varys a new friend."

He looked over at her, and smiled, "I shall be happy to see him. I was ... worried over his fate as well."