Ned frowned. "You sit in council and talk of ugly women and steel kisses, and now you expect me to believe that you tried to protect the girl? How big a fool do you take me for?"
"Well, quite an enormous one, actually," said Littlefinger, laughing.
"Mia cara, mia famma, la mia Stella scarlatto," he murmured into my neck. My darling, my flame, my scarlet star. "I have... anelare, anelare... how do you say?"
"Yearned."
"Sì. Yearned. I have yearned for you. Sono de-bole. Sono debole. Sono cosi, così debole." I am weak, he said, I am so, so weak.