An old-fashioned man

He had an old-fashioned style. Neat three-piece suits with rich linings, silken handkerchiefs in his pocket, real Italian leather shoes, a cashmere scarf that he tucked inside the neck of his long tailored coat, the same coat that he draped across Sansa's shoulders when he found her shivering on the balcony at that first party, smarting from an encounter with Joffrey.

The same coat that he draped across Sansa's shoulders months later when he ushered her, bloodied and pale with shock, from the police precinct and into the dark warmth of his chauffeured car after the attack on the Stark mansion, the murder of Senator Ned Stark.