[ She steps forward, watching his watchfulness. She is queen now, and not just any self-crowned usurper, but She Who Sits Upon the Iron Throne. Her seat is that of conquerers and vanquishers and there are none who would dare look to overthrow her, for the hem of Sansa's dresses is stained as red as her hair. ]

I would bid you take a knee but you are the Hand of the Queen and so, many times, have kneeled already. [ With a hand, she touches his shoulder, circling him slowly. ] Shall I ring truths from you, then? Shall I bare all of your secrets, counselor?

If we are to be the closest of confidants, I do not see why we need secrets at all.