Theon smiled smugly, his arms crossed over his chest. There was something to be said for Sansa Stark’s temper. Watching that pretty little mask of hers slip and reveal someunladylike behavior was interesting. Not to mention great fun in its own right.
“You look so hot when you’re pissed at me.”

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"Theon!“
By the Gods, you are cruel to jape
at her distress. It’s not usual for Sansa
to sputter but this time she does and it
would be funny if she wasn’t so red in
the face. Is it anger or embarrassment?
”Y–you’re not allowed to say that to
me. And you haven’t listened to a word
I’ve said, have you?“
This is too much. Her fierce blushing was amusing enough on its own. But to see her face change along with it. The...
:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— :: By the Gods, Theon! You’re a cad through and through– Sansa’s lady ears seem to burn, her flaming face...