"but we'll go, and we'll find your brother, and take your sister home and you'll have all that time to tell me about what it was like to be a prince."
She said, kissing him again. He had a mind to throw on the bed then and there before she started laughing.
"You know, You're true name is so close to mine, It's actually funny. Robb and Robyn....Figures."
"Figures."
Flint echoed as he took her hand.
"I am sorry love, I'll make it up to you..."
He said, ending with that wolfish grin of his he could never lose, no matter what name he took. He helped her to his feet, playing the prince for her, only for her.
"My Lady."
He said in mock bow once they were both standing, as he rose he ran his hand up her thigh, a mischievous look in his eye.
"I really do look forward to making this up to you."
There was a soft knock on the door, his sister must have been listening to hear if they were arguing, making up or if Robyn shot him. They shared a soft chuckled and a shake of the head, Flint felt like he was a teen again with a girl in his room and Sansa or Arya was being nosy.
"Come on in Max, she didn't shoot me."