You’re more my type

Ned laughs, seemingly taking your words for a jape. When he sees your expression his laughter stops, and he clears his throat.

“Your Grace, you cannot be serious. I am an old man, and not as slight as I used to be, and…”

You tell Lord Stark that you mean what you said.

A blush forms on the lords face. “I say it has been a long time, a very long time indeed since a man has looked at me like that. I do wonder if I remember how to… I am honoured by your interest, Your Grace. And of course, I cannot refuse a guest such as yourself. It is my northern hospitality. Is there any particular place Your Grace would like to um… heh, uh…”