Bran wants to make sure

"So it was good?" He asked.

"What?"

"I mean, did I do well? Did it feel good for you?" He wanted to know how he'd performed, if only to feed some ego he had. Arya seemed to be thinking for a moment.

"Just because you have the biggest cock doesn't mean you know how to use it." She told him

"You are bluffing." Bran said, something deep inside him feeling utterly defeated.

"But... you were moaning." He tried to argue.

"I could be faking it." She retorted.

"Are you going to tell me the truth?" The young lord tried to save his pride.

"Maybe. If you can defeat Jon in swordfighting." She came close to him until he felt her upper body against his.

"And perhaps I can offer you something else besides that." Bran felt her thigh rubbing against his crotch, blood pumping to his manhood. The boy felt her lips around his own, but Arya left him before he could've enjoyed it too much. She walked away, the fabric of her dress showing her ass swaying with each of her steps.

Bran noticed he was holding his training sword, and with that he went to confront his half-brother in the courtyard.