[Ramsay only delights in the applause coming from the goblins. Strange creatures that they are, at least they enjoy a good bloody story. His eyes dart from each goblin to the next, until they rest on Belladonna once more. She seems less happy about the outcome, but respectable, nonetheless.

He's feeling gracious today and will accept this reaction as well. Ramsay pulls his arms behind his back, almost rocking where he stands, as he finishes his story.]

Indeed, powerless. [Hopeless.] No reason that this happened to him, he was simply unlucky. At least he died for a noble reason, a fate many in my time would gladly choose as well.

[Course, Ramsay thinks that honor is something to take advantage of. He always finds those types easier to manipulate, toy with. Jon Snow was no different.]