Follow her to your bedchambers

Once in your bedchambers, Sansa makes a point of bolting the door, and making sure each shuttered window is closed firmly. The room is thrown into just the flickering half light of the wall-mounted lamps.

You sit on the edge go the bed, silent, waiting.

Sansa stops before you and simply stares.

"Well?" she says. "Your move."

"Come here." You point at the floor at your feet and she complies immediately, standing at your feet, where you reach your hand out and slowly caress her arm. She tilts her head at the touch, involuntarily enjoying the sensation.