I know you would rather not answer the questions that may come about the nature of our relationship. I know you would rather not tell your family what happens after they have passed on. And telling them you are in contact with me may very well force you into such a position.

[ Which was to say that no. Petyr was not worried. Not even a little bit that Sansa would talk about the burner phone. There were things that Sansa knew were better not to be told. And Petyr had faith in her wanting to focus on building a new relationship with her family while not dwelling on the past. Dragging Westerosi conflicts to this world does no one any favors. ]

I can imagine it would be quite cramped. You're a woman grown, and you still have to share a room with your sister?

[ Maybe he's guessing. Maybe he has a way of knowing that for certain. Either way, he can imagine that it must drive her the tiniest bit mad to not have a space to herself. ]