Unlike the last time they'd kissed like this in the forest, not only is Sansa not afraid of Daemon, this is allowed now by law. Sansa sighs a little and squirms in Daemon's lap, too overwhelmed by the sensations to make any words. She likes it when he touches her breasts and it's better when she goes with what he wants than fight against it.

There's a little tie that holds the neck of her shift taut and Sansa reaches between them to undo it, pulling it loose so that can be stretched out and Daemon can touch her bare skin instead of touch her through fabric.

"You can pull it loose now," she whispers, turning her head so she can kiss his temple. "If you want to, anyway."