[As Saul takes the meat in his hands, Ramsay gives him one final pat on the shoulder before stepping away and giving the other man his space once more.]

Before winter hits the North, we do our best to stockpile on food. Real hard to hunt and harvest when you're freezing your balls off out there. As you may think, excessively dining can result in starving on another day, but those rules probably don't apply here.

[He sits himself on a nearby stool and despite all of this chatter about eating, Ramsay doesn't take another bite off his own plate. He's taken to staring almost expectantly at Saul, just making sure that the older man eats what he's given him.]

So, tell me, what is it that you do? I can only guess that it doesn't involve a task where you must remain hidden. [Bliding colors aside, usually they are a mark of something, right? Harder to get those sorts of dyes, although they remind him more of Dorne than anything. But unlike those soldiers of Dorne, Ramsay feels like he can poke at Saul's body and he'd just be soft all around.]