"Two years?!" he asked, looking quite stunned. "That is quite a long time..." he admitted with a nod of his head. It was no wonder she had found herself a new hobby.
"If I were you to tell you of everything to be wary of in my realm, then we'd need another few bottles of wine to last us through the night" he smiled. "I imagine that could take quite some time, but it can be shortened rather simply. Always observe. Never trust. And don't do anything that might get you beheaded" he added. "Brave men who speak out often get themselves killed for it" He said, remembering Ned Stark. War was just one big game in his lands. Plus he knew that her being what she was might not go down very well. But he did not care. He'd make sure she was okay.
He drained the last of the wine in his cup before refilling it. He held the bottle out in an offer to top her wine up.