The wine warms her a bit and after offering him a glass as well, Sansa thinks she's comfortable enough to lean forward and brush a kiss lightly against his cheek. It's the only time she's ever initiated physical contact with him that is outside the normal boundaries of a man and his ward in Westeros and Sansa isn't sure if she's going to be able to go through with this. Still, it is better that this is with someone she knows and thinks she can trust than with another stranger.

"Is this all right?"