Viserys remained where he stood, never shying away at the approaching doom, or the face of one very capable of bringing about some doom or dread or other. There was no bravery in holding his spot. He was getting quite a bit of fantastic information like this! He'd have to keep it in mind. And, Sansa, had he said? Even better.

Lips a thin line, eyes stuck on Jon's rising anger, nothing gave away what Viserys might or might not say in response. For a few seconds, he was silent, even, as if he had learned his lesson and would never...

He smiled, the first alarm bell. Then, an actual laugh, one he spoke through to give his words all the more nastiness.

"Good. Eddard Stark should be known as a traitor to the realm."

Yikes.