"You will not be losing me," came his immediate answer, and there was something about the way he said it that was less authoritative, and more this-is-the-way-things-are. It was the way things had been for over a thousand years; he was not going anywhere. But her words certainly served to help him see past the blind fury and into his actual circumstances. He would have to find the dwarf alone, safely away from anyone that might corroborate his statement, just in case compulsion failed.

"And he will not be touching you again. You will have a choice, Sansa, if I have any say in the matter." And he would, of course. What he wanted, he always got.