"You did perfectly fine looking at me earlier," Sansa points out. "When you were healing my wounds. You were no more interested in my body than a maester would be during an examination. I didn't think so, anyway."

Sansa thinks she would have known if he was looking at her that way and she hadn't felt that he did. She only felt he was concentrating on her injuries and not her body as an object.

"I think sharing a bed for the moment will be enough," she decides. "And perhaps a kiss, if you want to kiss me. I've been kissed before but never by anyone I wanted to kiss me. I don't even know what it feels like when you want it to happen."