Sansa knows her eyes are wide and she can feel the heat in her cheeks and creeping down her neck. She's never been handled like this before, for lack of a better term, and while she's not exactly afraid she is quite nervous about what this mercurial man might do to her next. She isn't used to being held this closely by a man but, she guesses, she's never really been old enough to have a fiance that wants her this way either.

"Better," she agrees, though she doesn't like the shakiness in her voice when she says it. What is she afraid of? Showing off her knees? If he wanted to hurt her, he would have done it already, wouldn't he? Besides, Robb wouldn't have allowed the proposal if he knew about any tendencies toward that.

"You know I've never done this, don't you?"