It took all of Sandor's willpower not to start laughing when Tormund began to dream up special names for his Lady. He'd never been a playful person, not even as a child, but he could see why it had so much appeal as he imagined Brienne's face when Tormund began to woo her. There wasn't a person in the entire bloody world that could woo Brienne of Tarth so he didn't feel guilty giving Tormund the advice he was giving him. They were all things that did, technically, work. On proper Ladies. Proper Ladies who'd been told they were things proper Ladies responded too, regardless of how bored they actually were with such notions.
"Aye, she was happy to tear me apart with her bare hands when it came to it," Sandor assured him, wondering if Tormund would be the only suitor Brienne would ever have. Very, very briefly he wondered if he was being mean-spirited, if only because he could relate to the other side of the idea, but he quickly brushed it off. She'd punched him in the balls and bitten off his ear; she'd nearly fucking killed him! A little bloody teasing -- from a man who truly and honestly wanted her for whatever disturbed reasons he had -- wouldn't kill her, "Don't think it's the way to win her heart, though. A noble warrior like her needs a person she can be soft with, too."
Sandor frowned, very briefly, before nodding at Tormund and pressing onward with his... plan? Scheme? Whatever he was doing, he was eager to see it in action.
"Tarth Bane is good," he finally said, still amused that Tormund was not pursuing Brienne for whatever lands she might be heir to but because he wanted her. And enough that he'd forgo his own customs to do it, "Skins are practical, aye, she'll like that. Maybe a nice new fur cloak. Don't think she has a proper one, made by Free Folk. She's a Southerner like me, Giantsbane. I bet she feels the cold more sharply. Tell her something poetic about it, like how... how when she wraps herself with it, she should think it's an extension of you, keeping her warm. That ought to get a rise out of her."
Maybe not the one Tormund wanted, but the only proper advice for this situation was 'leave her the hell alone'.