Thomas arched a brow. He hadn't imagined the girl to be so...amenable. Well, he had, but it wasn't exactly polite to assume such of a lady. Dornish woman or no, she was still a noblewoman of a great house and by virtue of her birth better than some gatehouse slattern.
He drew her hand to his lips, brushing them against the back and reveling in the feel of her silken skin. She'd be a fair conquest, and a talent in bed, if he were able to get her there.