"That's true," he says, nodding with raised brows and a smirk. But then he focuses his attention on the direwolf -- wary but also way too interested for his own good; she's clearly domesticated enough that he's not gonna have to worry about getting bit or being close to her. Still. He locks his arms loosely around his knees and leans a bit for a better look at Nymeria; the smile grows a bit at Arya's petting. "She's a beauty. Got a temper?"