Sansa sputters, shocked by how crude his words are when he's her husband and she's his wife. He hasn't done anything she's misliked, of course, and she very much likes what he's doing with his hand just now but the idea of losing her maidenhead on a couch has her a little panicked.

"It's not supposed...I don't want it that way!" Sansa insists. "I want it to happen in the bed. It's how it's supposed to be with a maiden." Or she thinks it is, anyway, and she's distracted now.

She closes her eyes, embarrassed at the outburst. "Don't...be angry. I didn't mean...let's just continue."