What other words indeed. [The meat of Reek's thigh is a tempting target. Pin him down, pin the truth down, perhaps? Seeing him writhe would be just as worthwhile even if nothing else came of it.

There's the sound of laughter over his shoulder, a male and female voice passing close by. He settles for tapping the flat of the blade against the man's thigh lightly.]

My dear wife and her bastard brother took it on themselves to claim power in the North from under my nose. I've no doubt they'll do whatever they think they need to do. [He leans in, holding the man's gaze.]