He rubs his face, feeling the tension growing even more taut between them. "Sansa," he sighed, exhausted and not wanting to get into another row with her. "Speaking of the darkness doesn't mean you don't have your fair share of it or that you haven't suffered. But fine, I won't speak of it at all." Only what she wanted because Sansa was the queen and she got her way.

"Do I owe you anything for the dress?"