[jeyne thinks it's a little cute, that he's shielding her from the eyes of the freys. but she can't help but think in the back of her mind that this is all wrong. that it can only end badly. and she leans in a little to the kiss as if to make it last, like a luck-charm on her skin as she presses close to his side, a faint, breathy laugh escaping her. ]

Waltz..right. And it's usually the guy that doesn't know how to dance.

[she would bite her lip but her red lipstick would come off and tongue in cheek doesn't look good on cameras, so instead she quietly laughs into his shoulder]

Let's make that a last resort, Robb. These are weapons, let no one tell you different.

[but when she catches a glance at him she raises a brow, lips twitching slightly.]

I'd almost think you were enjoying yourself.