"Oh, Bo?"
Arryn looked at her, a flicker of something vindictive and childish in his eyes. Bo bit down on a groan. Oh, here we go...
"Don't mind him, he's always been like this," the young lord said with an airy wave of his hand. "Insists on believing that the world hides innumerable dangers around every corner."
"That's because it does," his guard muttered through gritted teeth. She hadn't taken her eyes off of Burton, and lifted her chin slightly in an effort to appear a little taller. "I highly doubt there's anything you could say to make me trust you," she told him bluntly, pitching her voice a little lower and gruffer, a habit when she was inhabiting her role as simply Arryn's put-upon bodyguard. "But, seeing as I am a simple guardsman--" a quick glare toward her baby brother, one that made him actually flinch-- "I have no real say in the matter, it would seem. If m'lord wishes passage on your boat, then that is what we will do."
She narrowed her eyes and took a step forward, placing herself firmly between the stranger and her charge. Lowering her voice slightly, she added with a cold, clear kind of certainty, "But know that if you contrive any harm to come to him, I will do everything in my power to beat you to death with your own spinal chord." She tilted her head, quirking an eyebrow. "Savvy?"
"Bo! Really, that seems entirely unnecessary--er, do forgive him, ser, he is hopelessly overprotective--"
The guard ignored Arryn as he continued babbling apologies, her eyes never leaving Burton's face.