The call for his language startled Jon, and he docked his head sheepishly: "My apologies. It has been a long time since I have been in the presence of a lady." Not that Ygritte did not count, but the spearwife had a dirtier language than Jon.

He shook his head, watching as Elizabeth repacked her pistol and fired again, this time around only flinching at the sound: "No I have not. Though I can think of a dozen few times this weapon would have been of aid in my world." And perhaps more than a dozen times, if the bullets within the pistol could kill White Walkers.