[Robb realizes she is looking at him as if she is studying out of some great tome.]

They have given me the same parchments. [He nods and shows her his collection.] Monsters and dealing with monsters. Alternatives for human flesh...? [Really, he has no way how to place it.] What is this folly?

[He nods at her correction.] Just call me Robb. [The smile on his face is very, very bitter for a moment.] For I was once king, but no more. [Now he is nothing, really. A corpse rotting somewhere, maybe. He is quite sure the Freys would not allow him a proper funeral.]