"I do not know my brother's mind, my lord Tully. I can make you no promises there." It would not be the first suit refused, and Elia was unsure of Myrwin's plans just now. It was a trifle hard to think with Thomas' sword-callused palm against her skin. Less rough than Jaehaerys' now, she reflected and wondered immediately where that thought had arisen. She looked down at their hands and twined her fingers through Thomas's as a silent promise- whatever came, it would hardly be dull.
"Tell me only one thing," she requested softly. "If I pulled you to that bed this very moment... would you still send that letter to Sunspear?" Politics she understood well, and lust- but for the life of her she couldn't work out which was motivating Thomas. Perhaps both but one had to go before the other, surely.