"Nearly killed you, you say?" The idea of that well and ought to have horrified him. For Tormund it was akin to a form of foreplay as he looked across the table at Sandor with undisguised jealousy. Bad enough the wee one took hits from her, scarcely could he imagine the brawl that must have ensued between her and this man. The idea of it and of being in a similar situation had him shifting a bit where he sat, wishing he had more ale even if it did vaguely remind him of chilled piss. "You are a lucky man. Ah, what I would not give to have her hands on me like that."
It was good that there were questions. Questions could distract him from his longing as he considered his answers. "Nothing as of yet. Beyond the Wall, we simply take women that we desire. If we have the strength to subdue them, they are considered ours." Again he felt the pang of desire to pursue the big woman in this capacity, before shaking off the thought for now. He'd think about it when he was alone again later.
"Never in all my life have I been up for a greater challenge." The bear, the giant, the raids, the battles. Nothing else would compare in his mind. "How does one court a lady here in the South?"
Looking up sharply, he added, "Your women here do not like to fuck?" In his eyes there could scarcely have been anything more tragic.