Sansa doesn't have a chance to respond before he's kissing her again but when she pulls away to take a breath, she decides it's her chance to speak her piece before he does something else wicked to her. She hardly trusts him not to, considering how the afternoon has gone.

"I might have liked it," she says stiffly, still indignant about being pulled out to the woods and basically ravened by a wolf. Still, it didn't matter if it was willing, did it? She could have stopped him half a hundred times and other than the one protest, she'd done nothing to stop him at all.

"You're too filthy to be a...a proper lord. No one else would have brought me out here like this, you know? They would have waited."