"Westeros, my lord," Sansa says. To her credit, she does not back away when he leans in and she meet his eyes with her own. She does, however, have a bit of a blush staining her cheeks and neck. She knows what a nipple is, yes, but she has no idea what orgasm means and considering the context, it's not like to be pleasant.

"Although, I must say, if you insist upon calling beverages by such strange terms, at least make them make sense. I cannot imagine a brothel would do much trade if screaming is going on. Screaming means someone isn't enjoying themselves."

Sansa believes so, anyway, because when she screamed in bed it was because of pain. There's no other reason for it, is there?