Sansa flushes bright red because she hadn't expected him to want to kiss her after what happened in the Kingswood and certainly not in front of everyone. It had been a very good kiss though, so she's not upset about it, and when she walks away she touches her fingers to her lips and smiles a bit.

She spends the rest of the afternoon sewing, trying to finish both her wedding dress and her trousseau for afterward, and when it's close to supper she finds Shae to dress her and do her hair. Maybe Shae knows something she doesn't.

"How do you make a man want you, Shae? Does it always hurt?" Shae laughs, but not unkindly, and tells her to be open and direct. She also says to initiate things and show that she wants them, even if she's afraid, and that bedding doesn't hurt when the man is gentle and does things right. She gives her a book with illustrations that Sansa immediately drops and puts under her pillow and it's time for supper. She does choose the blue dress because it's her favorite (and he did ask) and she's glad it's private and not in front of court.

"Your Grace," Sansa says, giving a curtsy as she always does when first greeting him. First, Your Grace, then Daemon. "I have to admit, I like these private suppers. I hate eating in front of court."