Oddly.

Lysa looked back and forth at her two relatives, apparently not caring that she was naked as a bird, with her son's jism dripping from her wet snatch. Robin Arryn lay on the solar's table, revealing a battering ram of a cock that seemed out of place on his slender body. "Well, come in, come in," said Lysa cheerfully. "Goodness, we should have been ready for you, but we loss track of the time. We are such silly creatures, my Sweetrobin and I." She smiled absently at her nephew. Robb found his eyes going to his aunt's heavy breasts, despite himself, staring at the pale globes of flesh. He realized she must notice his gaze, and tried to avert his eyes, only to watch as she licked her lips and then gave her tits a heft.

His mother, who had been trying to come up with something to say to this insane debauchery, managed a comment. "Lysa," said Catelyn, "what is... what are you doing?"

"Taking care of my Sweetrobin," said Lysa, with a matronly air. She stepped towards her son, and enfolded him in an affectionate embrace. Robin quickly turned and began to suckle on one of her nipples. "Mmmmm. That's my boy." She smiled at her sister. "He is small and weak, you see, and he becomes so nervous and filled with bad humors at times. The maesters were bleeding him, but that didn't work, and then... then I realized how to get the bad humors out! And it worked!" She beamed at her son, and gave a kiss on the forehead, even as he began to lasciviously lick the underside of her breast.

Catelyn stared at the pair for a moment, then looked away. "Lysa... this... you and... this..."

Robb raised his hand. "I am... happy that the pair of you have figured out this... method for dealing with my cousin's... ill health. But other matters bring us here. My father is dead, supposedly after killing the king, and now I am commanded to go to King's Landing..."

Lysa's eyes went wide with horror. "Oh, never King's Landing. It's a bad place! A bad place! It killed my Sweetrobin's father, and it wants to kill my Sweetrobin it does." Robin Arryn shuddered against her, while his hand began to play with his mother's nether lips.

"Well, perhaps, if we work together," began Catelyn.

"Not now," hissed Lysa. "Lannister ears everywhere. Everywhere!"

"We're safe here, right, Mommy?" muttered Robin with a shiver.

"Always safe, always safe," agreed Lysa, starting to stroke her son's cock. She eyed Catelyn and Robb reproachfully. "You are upsetting my Sweetrobin. Leave now, and we'll talk again at dinner." Then without another word, she turned and lowered her mouth on Robin's hardening dick. As the only noises in the room became Robin Arryn's moans and his smacks of his mother's lips around his member, the Starks left the solar.