"She has much of her mother in her, I can see that." It's said with a fondness, for Renly does have great respect for Lady Catelyn.

He snorts softly against Loras's neck and nuzzles him there, making sure the scruff of his beard tickles at his skin. "Now that we're in cooler climates, you'll let me have my unsightly hair." He really doesn't care, either way. Whatever makes Loras happy. But it's fun to tease.

"Perhaps now that it's even colder, I'll grow into some unrecognizably hirsute beast."