baelishness:

He had found himself with pen, parchment, and words at the tip of his tongue.  The night was beginning to grow long and tiresome.  It was only proper that he’d be given a recess from his work when a pretty little bird fluttered into his quarters.

Petyr Baelish was not blind nor deaf to reading motives, and as many women may have used such a m i s t a k e as a play he was certain in Sansa’s Alayne’s case it was anything but. 

“Petyr.”  He corrected with a catlike grin. “A coincidence, my lady.  I was about to have myself a nightcap…even better to share it with a companion.”

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                  She offers him a small smile, a dip
             of her head and yet, Petyr is Alayne’s
             lord father and will remain such even
             behind closed doors. If anything, that 
             is what the Red Keep taught her early
             on in the game. (the walls have ears,
             s  w  e  e  t  l  i  n  g. 

                    Unable to make a retreat into her
             own rooms (first to the l e f t, Alayne),
             she closes the door lightly and moves
             further into the light. Azure eyes dart
             from him to his table, noting the various
             missives that lay unwritten. 

                     "A mistake, father. I– would join 
             you but I am not fond of its taste.“ A
             pause. "M a y h a p s, I can keep you 
             company instead.”