[ she takes the offered glass, and immediately gulps down about half of its contents — who knew climbing a rope ladder would be such hard work...

there's something about the way he talks about humanoid courtship rituals that makes Sansa laugh lightly, wryly. ]

Where I come from, anyone who is born a lord or a lady is told who to marry, for power, for wealth, for good connections. I think you're right when you call any courtship rituals weird and messed up.