A Game of Thrones - Pg 745

   "Did he instruct you to hit me if I refused to come?"
   "Are you refusing to come, my lady?" The look he gave her was without expression. He did not so much as glance at the bruise he had left her.
   He did not hate her, Sansa realized; niether did he love her. He felt nothing for her at all. She was only a... a thing to him.