It's not,' Mormont told him. 'Gods save us, boy, you're not blind and you're not stupid. When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?

Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go.

Curiosity is my great vice. I fear you have seen through to the heart of me, and now seek to exploit my weakness.

I am the sword in the darkness.

Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night.

Are you certain they never cut your member off?' Tormund gave a shrug, as if to say he would never understand such madness. 'Well, you are a free man now, but if you will have the girl, best find yourself a she-bear. If a man does not use his member it grows smaller and smaller, until one day he wants to piss and cannot find it.