"He never hurt my face, Tyrion," Sansa says, pulling things out to start a simple dinner for the two of them. "He needed the face of Ned Stark's daughter to cement his claim. Oh, but the rest of me...I think making him a eunuch might be too good for him. It's too quick."

Sansa isn't one for vengeance, really, except in this matter. "Lord Baelish had to have known about him. He prides himself on knowing everything."