It was a testament to his growing prudence that Daemon let all of those innuendos simply slide right on by. Sansa didn't have nearly the sense of humor that he did, and she probably wouldn't understand his filthy outlook on the world, anyway. Which was one of the things he so liked about her. Innocent, fresh. Untarnished. A rarity in this world.

"Mmm, 'other things'." Daemon refilled his tankard then leaned back again in his chair, a slice of roast venison on his fork. "Things men and women do when they're alone together." Blue eyes glinted at her over the dishes. "Like we did earlier this afternoon, in the Kingswood." He didn't outright leer at her, but his smirk tilted just the slightest.

"We had fun, didn't we, princess?"