Bolton Rising Part 59 - Sandor
"Could you have made a more rocky landing there, Arryn?" the Hound growled at the pilot as Littlefinger's private helicopter touched down on the penthouse's helipad. "Sorry sir. The winds are always tricky up here at the Eyrie." He gave a boyish grin back with his reply, which Sandor only found more annoying than reassuring. "Leave him be, Clegane. We all arrived in one piece and for that, I'm glad to be home," Petyr chastised softly, while his Dog gave a dark scowl and opened the door for him. "You treat him like a boy still suckling his mother's tit. He could have gotten us all killed. Or do you fancy another trip to the hospital, Mockingbird?" Sandor pressed while helping Alayne out of the helicopter, sheltering the girl with his body as the high winds whipped about them. "Hardly, Clegane." Petyr smirked while pulling his coat up. "Come... let us continue this discussion inside. I'm tired and I want to...