She didn't care. Not that she really wanted to know. But it was something to keep the conversation flowing. "Do you really not know what you are?" She was referring to his species, curious about that subject alone. How could one not know what they were? "I can smell some kind of demon blood in you, but I don't know what kind."
As the two entered into the room, her eyes scanned it, taking in the sight. Better than her room, that was true. And the food looked painfully normal for her, which was the best thing she'd seen since she began her journey. Eyes immediately fell upon the fruit, the strawberries, apples, raspberries. That was what she had wanted and her mouth started salivating. How did they do things here? In her castle, the maids and butlers served him. But here? She didn't know. Sansa held her composure quite well, moving to sit at the end of the table, watching him again.