[ Baby blows out a breath, swallowing visibly as he tries to think of dreary things and not how good Sansa felt against him, warm and pliant and soft and -

Stop. That's not helping. ]

I know it wasn't. Believe me, I don't want to stop. But you're just - you just do that to me.

[ He stops, and then, with a bit of alarm. ]

Which is not an accusation, or even a bad thing. It's because you're really turning me on, but - it'll pass. It felt good to me too, okay? And I'm not angry, or mad. Nothing to forgive. Well, you have to forgive for being so... basic.

[ He reaches out to take one of her hands in his, kissing the side of her thumb. ]