"Don't play this game with me." he growled, moving over to grab her upper arms.
He had a -very- strong grip.
"I need for you to be smarter. More clever." he said. "Less stupid about the potential risks of this place. It can't be all fancy dresses and lords and ladies parading in and out of your bedchamber. Even if it is far more fun." he grinned for just a moment. "The Game of Thrones has no losers, only winners and corpses." he told her solemnly. "It's already claimed our sister."