slam dunk me into the nearest trash can

“Would you prefer to dress in silk and velvet? There was a time when you were fond of such, I do recall.” “No,” he insisted, shrilly. “No, I only want these clothes. Reek’s clothes. I’m Reek, it rhymes with peek.” His heart was beating like a drum, and his voice rose to a frightened squeak. “I don’t want a bath. Please, m’lord, don’t take my clothes.” “Will you let us wash them, at least?” “No. No, m’lord. Please.”↳ A Dance with Dragons / A Song of Ice and Fire