Myrwin just grinned as the much younger girl frolicked bedwards. Ah, it'd been too long since he'd indulged himself like this. The pressures of his title and office tended to preclude any truly interesting bed-sport.
And who knows? His family was notoriously libertine, even for Dornishmen. Perhaps he'd get a Sand about the girl. Or a Stone, he supposed. Whatever they called bastards in her neck of the woods.
Like the hunter he was, he stalked his prey, drawing ever closer with his spear at the ready.