Men have needs. I shouldn't have pressed on - I should have realized you'd react like this, that you wouldn't be able to help yourself.

( Sansa seems to have some too, judging by how she feels warm all over and wants nothing more than to roll her hips back down against his lap. Still, she shouldn't tempt fate. It's cruel to tease. She moves a bit, sitting alongside him instead of atop him. )

It wasn't my intention to spur you on, I swear. I just - it felt good and I missed you and I couldn't help myself. You'll forgive me, won't you?