He looks startled at that, he did not expect such a serious look on her face. To be looked at so intently with those warm blue eyes - you have survived all of us, Lady Stark, and look at you now. My steel-souled wolf bride. There's a flicker there, he knows there is, of something close to infatuation before he looks away and clears his throat once more.

"One day, I will agree. But it will be a day we both choose, Sansa." He glanced up at her then, "I am fond of you, I trust you but ... my heart is also sore, my body also used against me. I do not wish to bed someone I ... barely know. So, if it would not be too forward to ask - may I come to see you? To ... speak with you, and mayhaps break bread? Talk."