You want to do the asking? Are you sure? The game of faces didn't turn out so well for the last person who asked me questions
I'm not the Red Woman. Take your own bloody pants off.
The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me. But I'm glad he left me you
With the faces I can choose. I can become someone else. Speak in their voice, live in their skin, I could even become you. I wonder what it would feel like to wear those dresses, to be the Lady of Winterfell. All I'd need to find out is your face