Daemon rolled his eyes at the mention of Cersei Lannister. "And she would know, wouldn't she? Hiding in the Holdfast, fucking her own brother to keep from giving Robert any true heirs..." He quirked an eyebrow at Sansa. "Did you believe her? Would you believe anything she said, hypocrite that she was, and still is?" He shook his head. "But enough of this. We'd best be getting back. Qotho will only wait so long before he comes looking for us."

The ride back was just as smooth as the ride out, and Daemon helped Sansa down in the courtyard, pausing long enough to keep his hands on her upper arms and take a long, soft kiss from his intended before he let her go. The awkward throat-clearing of the guardsmen didn't bother him an ounce, and there was indeed a twinkle in his eye when he lifted his head and stepped back.

"I'll see you at supper, princess." Daemon winked. "Wear the blue dress. It matches those beautiful eyes."