Lya hadn't been drinking. Wine was for dinner and maybe a tip of the glass on a special occasion, not for drowning yourself in. Some of their men-at-arms seemed to enjoy drinking for the sake of drinking, but it wasn't something Lya did. And as for the dancing, it hadn't been an overt compliment, but she hadn't been attempting to insult the Dornish girl either. She had no reason to.
"I am not so skilled to be the feature of an evening. Though I admit I made the mistake of thinking him easily bested, if there is a next time, I'm sure my chances of victory will be so much greater," Lya said, a ghost of a smile on her face. It could have been a joke.