The bells ring, feast is about to begin.

The imp, continuing to finger the young Stark passionately, is interrupted by Sansa. "My lo-rrrd, the feast is uhhh ahhh about to beg-iiiiiiin." She manages to say, putting a halt to the finger pleasure she was getting from the little Lannister. "I must get ready now, or Father would doubt my whereabouts". The imp, convinced just a bit said, "Phew! I guess if the King in the North really wants her buxom daughter to be at the feast on time, then it shall happen. I thank you, my lady, for letting me explore your assets."