slam dunk me into the nearest trash can

dysfunctional and dangerous

I talk like a wildling. I ate with the wildlings. I climbed the Wall with the wildlings, I lay with a wildling girl. 

There are darker things beyond the Wall.

He could feel the throb of pain where her arrow had gone through the meat and muscle of his thigh. He remembered the old man’s eyes too, and the black blood rushing from his throat as the storm cracked overhead. But he remembered the grotto best of all, the look of her naked in the torchlight, the taste of her mouth when it opened under his. Ygritte, stay away. Go south and raid, go hide in one of those roundtowers you liked so well. You’ll find nothing here but death.