He repeated and she smirked, as he took her hand.
"I am sorry love, I'll make it up to you..."
"Ah, just you wait...." She told him, matching his wolfish grin with one of her own. He then rose, and leading her to her feet and bowing. She rolled her eyes,but was smiling.
"My Lady."
He said as his hand rose up her thigh. She smirked.
"I really do look forward to making this up to you."
"Oh is that how princes behave?" She said, ready to toss him on the bed, but then there was a small knock at the door. She chuckled. Max...or Clara Snow rather, was at the door, wondering how her brother fared.
"Come on in Max, she didn't shoot me." He said and Clara Snow entered the room.
"Oh, I haven't decided on that yet." She said, but was only have joking, she was still upset, but she loved him too much to let it truly bother her. Clara looked between the two of them, assessing for blood. She really has been here too long.
"Oh stop, If I was going to kill him, he'd already be dead...." She said and Clara gave a nervous chuckle. "I'm taking you home." She said and Clara Snow smiled." Truly?!" Truly, Get your things, be ready by morning." She told her.
"I need a drink and a bed." She told Robb Stark. " Where you are when that happens, is entirely up to you." She said, and stalked out of the room.
"There's a free room, upstairs!" Clara called, and Robyn gave her a salute with two fingers without turning around.
She heard Clara ask him if he were alright and Robyn chuckled to herself. She still got it.