She'd actually done that once, Leah remembered with some amusement. When she'd first met him, she'd poked him in the chest, hard, because she hadn't believed anyone could or would actually talk that.

"I don't know, Sir Galahad, you might like the abuse," she drawled with a wry smirk, drawing her feet out of the water and tucking her legs up to her chest. "So dragons, giants, big wolves. What else you got running around in...Westeros?"