It must be pretty cold up North. She warms up to him.

Lady Stark responded by gently clearing her throat. "My apologies for my... harshness. It is... long since I have been so admired. One forgets such things up here, away from life in the South. This is... a cold place." She lowered her arms, giving Tyrion a very good view of her breasts. "I... if you will not breathe a word of this to anyone, you may go, and we will simply... pretend it never happened." Her eyes again went to Tyrion's dick, and the dwarf swore he saw her briefly lick her lips.

Tyrion could not help but feel that there was an opportunity here. "Of course, my lady," he said, with a bow. "Naturally, my lips will be sealed on this matter." He gave her a significant look. "Or any other matter that should happen behind these doors..."

The Lady Paramount of the North takes a deep breath. "I... what are you imply, Lannister?"

"You yourself said it... this is a cold place," declared Tyrion, taking a step towards her. "If I could be of any service to the lady, I would consider it my duty." He raised an eyebrow. "And again, you could count on my... discretion in the matter."