Tyrion's hand clenched into a fist at his side at those words, before he swallowed down his anger. He was not angry at her - by the Seven he was not even angry at himself. But Ramsay Bolton and Petyr Baelish ...

"Yes, yes he does." He murmured quietly, before loosening his hand and going to stand next to her. He looked up at that fine profile, cool as ice, and he slips his fingers inbetween hers again. "Whatever you wish to happen to them, my lady wife, I will see it done."