[He's aware enough that most don't consider flaying and hunting people to be fun. In fact, his own father frowned greatly at his own hobbies, even if he mostly just let him do as he pleased in the end. It's the sort of relationship they had and one that he doesn't put much thought into nowadays. Roose's dead, slain by his own hand, so there's little more to be said.

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Anyway! Ramsay's pleased by the respectful use of his title, something that he unfortunately didn't have for long before meeting his end. But there's no one here (so far) that can deny his claim to the North, so Ramsay is more than willing to continue using it.]

Eating, drinking, fucking. [Makes him sound like a bore, unfortunately, but best to keep things a little simple for now.] But I don't intend to be bound by the constraints of my land. Rather be faced with something new than tread old ground again and again. Unless, I really enjoy it! That's fine.