,I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey,' said Sansa.
,No doubt. As loyal as a deer surrounded by wolves,' answered Tyrion.
,Lions,' she whispered without thinking.

'Not a queen... a khaleesi.'

“A terror as overwhelming as anything Sansa Stark had ever felt filled her suddenly. She stepped backward and bumped into someone.
Strong hands grasped her by the shoulders, and for a moment Sansa thought it was her father, but when she turned, it was the burned face of Sandor Clegane looking down at her, his mouth twisted in a terrible mockery of a smile. “You are shaking, girl,” he said, his voice rasping. “Do I frighten you so much?”
GoT, chapter 15