She leaves him hanging

"Sorry," she taunts, straightening her armor. "Next time don't make fun of Syrio Forel."

"Oh for the love of the gods!" Bronn grumbled, standing up and putting his still hard dick away.

"There is only one god," Arya reminded him. "Melisandre mention what she wants me to do next?"

"Cheeky bitch," Bronn swore, shaking his head and grinning. While she had left him with a bad case of blue balls, he couldn't help but admire her spirit. "She said something about meeting in her solar or some shit." Still in **** need of release, the sellsword went off in search of a whore.

Quite happy with herself, Arya strode off to her next task.