[ That suggestion brings him pause, and a sharp intake of breath. No, he doesn’t particularly want that, but he doesn’t say no despite the fact that she’s told him that he can. He tries to keep telling himself that he’s not in the Dreadfort, that Ramsay is not in this room, that he could just get it over with because Claire won’t give up until he does. He toys with his sleeves, gaze dropped as he makes a quick decision. ]
Just don’t touch me.
[ His voice is nearly a whisper. She has a point. It’s easiest to deal with it now, but he can only handle so much at one time. ]
no subject
Just don’t touch me.
[ His voice is nearly a whisper. She has a point. It’s easiest to deal with it now, but he can only handle so much at one time. ]