You don't look like much, that's for damn sure.

[ The Hound kept his hand resting on the pummel of his overly large sword, trailing at Will's feet to keep up the rear. ]

Don't worry. Didn't do it out of the goodness of my heart. Seems to me you worried a lot of people. Those people'll probably at least scrounge up something decent to drink if I get you back safe.

[ A lot of bluster so that Sandor Clegane could pretend as though he didn't do a damn thing for anyone else without a selfish motive behind it. Spoilers, he wasn't actually as bad as he pretended to be. ]