Indeed he does

“Very well, lead the way then, Lady Stark.” Tyrion answered, gesturing down the halls of the dungeon for her to show him the way. She simply nodded in reply, and stepped forth down the hall to begin the trek to her private chambers.

As they marched, Tyrion’s eyes were level with Lady Catelyn’s rear as she flexed and condensed it to allow herself to walk with such nobility. Even as raunchy as Tyrion had been in the past, he had never dared stare at Lady Starks ass, not around her husband Eddard at least.

Even if her figure was concealed beneath her dress, it was clear to Tyrion she was working with far more meat on her bones than he may have thought. Each step brought a small jiggle to her ass, brief and small but there. Upon reflection, Tyrion figured he should have expected as much. One’s hips could only become so child bearing after having pushed out five children after all. Still, it was not until her hips were right in his face that he could truly admire it.

And part of him dared to do more than admire it, even before she was take him into her chambers. But with the guards and servants in the halls watching, what if something went wrong or he broke whatever spell was taking hold over Catelyn? Then again, the thought of the others in the halls seeing their lady being played with by him made the snake in his trousers grow.

What to do…