"No affront to the lakes near Winterfell, but there's nothing akin to sailing on the ocean." Not that he's been able to sail lately, apparently he can only do metaphorical doughnuts in the parking lot before he comes back to shore. Apparently going too far out will result in death of him and his ship, so obviously he'd rather not.

"Arya. A pleasure." She's a tiny sprout of a thing but he offers a hand for a proper handshake in greeting. Being young doesn't mean much to him. One didn't need to be old to have lived a great deal.