[ Petyr keeps his expression carefully controlled as Sansa speaks, trying not to betray his own displeasure at the appearance of Ned. Why did the porter keep dragging in these Starks? It could have simply left well enough alone with only Sansa and Catelyn. But Petyr dissects a chicken wing carefully with a knife and fork, bringing a piece into his mouth. ]

I had no doubt that I could trust you in that.

[ He offers her a faint smile, reaching out for his glass of wine. ]

But it's been going well at home? Since you've been reunited with most of your family?