[His fingers curl around hers in turn, quiet as he listens. For one thing, it's hard to imagine someone growing tired of Margaery.] I wouldn't think it'd be possible to be tired of someone as charming and clever.

[And kind. She's been nothing but kind to Matt, after all.] But your former husband sounds like the type who only cared about his own twisted ideas.

[Matt is already not a fan of this guy.

He nods at her question, no hesitation this time.] I lost my sight when I was a child, but since then I've gained... my other senses are stronger, more sensitive then most people. I can hear your heartbeat... [His fingers tighten about hers.] I can feel the blood moving through your veins. I can feel the electricity wired through the walls -- it thrums, just a little. The way the air moves, the way sound echoes... it all comes together like a picture in my mind.

I was taught how to use this when I was a child. I was also trained to fight.