Sansa has never undressed in front of anyone before other than a maid and she squeezes her eyes shut, horribly embarrassed to be doing this in front of Daemon. She doesn't know if anyone is going to walk in on them; she certainly hopes that no one will since it's a private supper and he won't have called a servant in while he's busy.

She deftly unties her dress and lets it fall to a heap on the floor, standing in just her shift. She cracks her eyes open to look at him, too shy to look him full in the face the way she probably ought to, and manages to speak without her voice shaking.

"Is this enough? Or did you mean everything?"