He shrugged. "Someone who don't care much about his own name. Or only has one to start with. That dwarf Gimli, he only calls himself son of someone or other. If you and he were to marry, he'd just want his sons to be called Son of Gimli. I doubt he would care if there was a Stark muddled up in there."

He'd offered the suggestion with brave seriousness, but it scarcely lasted for the sly grin he had by the end of his suggestion. Clearly the suggestion of Gimli was not meant to be taken seriously or even as a valid option, for what woman would want a dwarf as their husband? Even dwarven women wore beards to avoid having to do so or so Gendry had been led to believe. "But you ought to have a good husband," he decided afterward. "Not some propped up highborn tart looking for power, either. Someone good and decent like."

Even if Gendry was not made for marriage, he believed Sansa was. He knew quite well her experiences had been sad and empty ones, which reinforced the belief all the more that she deserved a good one.