[sansa doesn't roll her eyes, or say that most people have to kill sometimes. instead she allows her mouth to curve slightly to one side at princess––a dangerous thing to call the sister of a fallen king, but she can't help but like it.]

It won't be what you want, or at least not the way you want it. Corruption poisons your mind, first. It's grief, and pain, and it'll consume you if you let it, until there's next to nothing left, just enough to watch as a creature made of your own hate and fear torments everyone you care about in your place.

[she drops another coil of thread.]

You'd be much better off with a hellhound. They're very clever. A good Vileblood mage could change your teeth, but it would be much harder to chew things. I'd rather have cake; a hellhound will open throats for you if you treat it well and ask it nicely.

[it's too bad sansa can't actually teach jinx to warg, she thinks it would probably be good for her.]