I'm certain. You can try to be a brute but I'm not afraid of you, ser. You're my husband now and I chose this.

( When the buttons are undone, Sansa slides out of the dress and stands there in her shift for a moment, unsure if she should go further. He's drinking, though, so Sansa puts her hand on his cup of wine before dropping her hands down to the hem of her shift to pull it off. )

Not so much wine. This is an important thing, what happens now, and I want you to remember it.