"I'm not much of a joking man," Sandor says dryly, "but the nervous part sounds about right."

What's funniest of all is how he's mostly stopped trying to tease that panicked whimper out of people. It used to be one of the few sure-fire joys in his life-- scaring the shit out of idiots and watching them wet themselves in an effort to avoid tasting his knuckles. Since coming here, it's lost its luster-- and not for any lack of idiots.

The kid sucks on his smoke and Sandor can't help noticing-- it was all half of them could bitch about, Kara and Spike being the loudest and most annoying about it, but Sandor hadn't even known what a cigarette was before this place. "Surprised Thrace didn't slap that out of your hand the first time she saw you with it," he says, nodding at it. "Though I guess there being replicators means it's not exactly a commodity."