Thomas chuckled lightly to himself. He should have known those words would have sparked fire in a Martell, and he found himself glad for it. She wouldn't be one of those blushing maids and she wouldn't be used up and tired like a whore at some gate.
She was sleek and worldly and generous with her loving and he hoped to be invited to dance again after this. He'd have to do a good job, he mused, and show her all of him.
"Then I shall meet you in battle, wench, and have you for my own." He laughed again, lower and more throaty, and challenged her with his eyes.