She didn't care much about magic and all that shite. Nor did she care about the Iron Throne right now. Did he not see? He was not her brother anymore. Her feelings for him weren't...wrong or bad. Sansa had seen his eyes glance around her figure and knew he was attracted to her too, but would never take the first step. She was too frustrated to put things into words so she simply hugged Jon and pulled him into a searing kiss.