"Milord, it is my pleasure to help you." He worked to speak, to overcome his natural urge to shut up and finally did. And his words echoed with the past. "There has never been a more true Lord." he meant it with a fierceness that shows in eye and voice.

Then he ducked his head and nodded.

"It is possible the Lady Sansa or one of her friends might have an answer I lack." He smiled at that.

And then grimaced "Fake blood pudding. With food coloring, milord."