she watched the snowflakes fall in his GOLDEN HAIR and weight it down until he had to sort it, away from his eyes, and she couldnât help but giggle as if the SNOW were on his side.   â  youâd be a wet and cold LION.  â
       â  uh huh!  weâve all WOLVES. weâre just waiting âtil you get COLD enough that you canât move, then weâre going to EAT you.  â  she grinned a little, gripping at the side of her CART.
       she really couldnât say exactly why she was being so OPEN and, perhaps even, RUDE to the man. HE WAS A FAMED KNIGHT:  oh, everyone knew about him. she realized she should have been honored, or⌠ something. but perhaps it was his own dry humor and bluntness that brought out hers. or perhaps it was that he represented all of her SISTERâS SILLY SONGS in one arrogant shiny-plated man. though she realized she hadnât been quite so truthful and her smile faded, with a small huff.Â
        â  except for my sister.  â  she corrected.   â  she thinks youâre HANDSOME.  â  âSansa would KILL HER if she heard, which just made it more worthwhileâ   â  itâs disgusting.  âÂ
Her answer surprised him, made his lips curve upwards in an unplanned
smile .. and the Lannister was surprised to hear himself chuckle lightly.
The she wolf had spirit .. that was damned certain.
â Wolves eating lions? I donât think Iâve heard that tale. Sounds like
quite the fight.ââ
The words were light, laced with an edge of amusement that Jaime found
he couldnât hide - that he didnât want to hide. The last thing he had counted
on was entertainment to be found in Winterfell other than that of his sister ââ
the fact that it was Arya Stark providing it ... Well. The cold must have finally
driven him mad.
One eyebrow rose at the mention of her  sister as thoughts cast back
for some memory of the girl in question. Ah, yes. Sansa. A fleeting image
of a girl half grown with red hair came to mind and the kingslayer smiled,
cocking his head to the side as if pondering some great mystery.
â She thinks Iâm handsome? I suppose youâre far too sophisticated for
such absurd past times ... â
Brow rose higher at Aryaâs last word, lips pursing in a sort of instinctive
grimace.
â Disgusting, is it? Careful wolf girl, Iâve been called worse.â