Sansa's brow furrows a bit and her lips pout as she tries to work through the logic of that. Nothing of what they did gets her with child and she knows that men go to whores without that intention but men go to wives with that intention too? It seems odd to her and against everything she's ever known.

"I thought...well, clearly what I thought was wrong. I just didn't think men went to their wives with anything but the intent to make children. Or, I guess, if they loved one another but you hardly know me."

She smiles then and tucks her hair behind her ear nervously. "You said you were jealous of what's yours. Can I be jealous of what's mine too?"