Toria did trust his word - for two reasons. One of them being that it would be a phenomenally stupid thing to do when the Lannisters were allies. The other was simply the fact that being half-Dornish and close with Elia Martell would give him a more liberal definition of when a girl's honor was sullied and when it was not.
"I do," she said, rising out of her chair with his aid. With a little smile she added, "You don't seem like the sort of man who would hold any girl's honor sullied for the sake of a few kisses. Those tend to be easy to spot. Prickly. Humourless. Feigning piety. You aren't any of those things."
At first she contemplated sitting on the edge of the bed, then decided against it, sitting on the middle of the bed with her skirts modestly to the side over her legs, covering everything but her ankles. She took her shoes off and dropped them carefully over the bedside so that they were more or less beside one another. After all, she didn't want to get the nice blankets messy with any dirt that might be on the bottom of her shoes.