Couldn ' t resist my charms , eh , sweetling ? her fingers were curled about his tunic , tightening upon control of his proximity . The obscurity hanging from each corner of the room would cloak the look of disgust slathered upon her pristine countenance . I knew you ' d want me sooner or later , ha . He was busy pulling at the laces of his doublet and the fastenings of his breeches when a single otherwise dainty mitt caught his own , calloused and so much larger it would have enveloped hers . The other caught him just above his jugular , her thumb resting almost threateningly beneath his jaw . Touch me , she whispered , a little lilt to what might meet his ears as permission . Her vision would zero upon the pair of eyes watching her from a better height , unflinching . . And mine shall be the last face you gaze upon , she finished , but did not release him . No , she preferred to have him locked there , probably fucking dumbfounded by this halfassault , halfembrace . A part of her was pleased by this , with knowledge that the Lord Commander was sweet on her , genuinely or in anticipation of the soft thud of his pants falling to the floor should she be willing to receive him , she didn ' t care . Men would pursue such trivial things and find themselves a defenseless fly , caught in the web of a spider . He ' d brought it upon himself , no matter . Her plump lips would come near his ear then , so slowly that he might have watched it happen , but soon he would find that there was a seductress beneath the naivety he had known of her for years since she had been but fourandten , stepping from the wheelhouse that had carried her here from Stonehelm all of that , abandoned with the poison she slipped into his auds , her hot breath descending upon his skin . I know what you ' re doing , Ser Lewys , slow and menacing , the corner of her lips curled in a treacherous grin . You and our good Hand , so thorough , so precise . Go on , lace your breeches again you fool . A maid today and still tomorrow you can be kind and gentle to your whores . Her last word was a hiss propelling to meet his conscience .