Sansa takes in a shaky breath and takes his hand a bit more firmly. She doesn't know if she can call him Petyr just now but she can, at least, go and take a seat beside him. When she sits beside him on the bench, she does not keep a proper distance the way she would have in the Eyrie. She doesn't keep the distance that even a wife might keep from a husband in Westeros. Instead, she sits close enough to him so that her thigh is alongside his and there is no semblance of space between them.

"Will you share wine with me?"