[For now, Ramsay has the whole place to himself. The place is a mess, without anyone there to pick up after him, but he doesn't mind. He spends most of his time out in the streets, discovering what he can.
The front door is pulled open with a clean jerk, and there's half a second when Ramsay's expression is dark and determined. Then he recognises that the man isn't who he thought it was and a thoughtful look takes its place.]
Loras. [A beat, then he smiles.] Loras! How lovely that you've come to visit. You ought to have said.
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The front door is pulled open with a clean jerk, and there's half a second when Ramsay's expression is dark and determined. Then he recognises that the man isn't who he thought it was and a thoughtful look takes its place.]
Loras. [A beat, then he smiles.] Loras! How lovely that you've come to visit. You ought to have said.
[He has one arm behind his back. Don't ask.]