Underneath his steal and wool and boiled leather, Jaime Lannister was a tapestry of cuts and scabs and bruises.

“You know nothing, Jon Snow.”

“I bet this is a brothel," she whispered to Gendry."You don't even know what a b…”

“Do the dead frighten you?”

“I know I want you," he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgot…”