That might work on your bastard prisoner, but getting to Storm's End from here will take days. Plenty long enough for people to start asking questions. [ And his bannermen were coming back up the hill, riding with a steady purpose. Signs of bandits, probably. They'd have to move with caution, which would only further slow them. ]

If you're so worried about loyalty, you're going to have to figure out something better to say to them.

[ But that was none of her business. She turned back around. Looking up at him only made her seat more uncomfortable because of the twist in her hips. But let it look like she was dismissing him out of hand, or letting the conversation lapse for the sake of company. ]