He snorted. "As you say. I won't speak ill of your Baelish."

He trudged along again now gloomily staring at the path ahead. He regretted being so harsh. He'd tried to convince Arya to be nicer. But somehow Sansa had come to represent all he disliked in nobility. "... I appreciate those things you said about me. You didn't have to make me sound so decent. I know you don't like me as much you made it sound."