Daemon actually laughed. "You might," he warned her, "before it's all said and done. I'm a plain man, Sansa," he told his future bride, "but at least I'm not a cruel one. And I want what I want, and I seldom bother with niceties when I want something." But he wasn't bastard enough to just take, however.

"And right now, I really want to give you something I know you've never had before, and I think you'll really, really like." His eyebrow twitched. "...provided you don't throw another fit and call me a 'ruiner' again." He pushed back his chair a bit and crooked a finger at her.

"Come here." Right between him and the table. "Right here."