[Around him, his men reacted to her bite. Naturally, he could not leave her insolence unanswered. His horse stalls and he jerks on the girl's lead, pulling her to the sweaty side of his steed and up, up to the saddle. His hand comes to close around her throat and he lifts her off the ground until they are eye level.

He does all of this in armor, so she does not mistake his strength.]

You are rather eager to use that mouth of your's. I will be sure to make arrangements for you before we return to King's Landing. It is the least I can do.

[The knights surrounding him exchange glances, attempting to hide their curiosity as they smirk to one another. He lowers his arm just enough to drop her so that she doesn't break any of her slight limbs, and does not give her a chance to catch her breath before the horse starts moving again.

Ultimately, the only thing that mattered was the information she carried, and he would pry it from her if it was the last thing he did.

And then, he would kill Skywalker himself.]