I'm not the Red Woman. Take your own bloody pants off.
I heard what your brother did to you. Pressed your face to the fire like you're a nice juicy mutton chop
Back in Braavos before I got my first face, there was a game I used to play, the game of faces. It's simple, I ask you a question about yourself, and you try to make lies sound like the truth. If you fool me, you win, if I catch you lie, you lose
The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me. But I'm glad he left me you
