Thomas smiled to himself at her response. He hadn't expected one quite so revealing and thanked the Seven once again it was a Dornish woman he was pursuing and not some icy cold Northron maid who knew nothing about what went on betwixt the sheets of a marriage bed. He wasn't in the interest of breaking in virgins. Not again.
He reached for her hand, marveling at how smooth the skin was and how spiced and exotic she smelled. Beautiful woman, Elia Martell, and a woman that Thomas Tully intended to have in one way or another.
"Do you think negotiations with your brother will go well, my lady?"