Bran | Tandy
She fought down the shiver at the graze against her skin, opting to play it cool even as she gave him a faint smirk, understanding where his mind had gone. Tandy had a feeling the dress might not survive the night later, and made a mental note to ask him to spare it because, as she shifted and it swirled around her legs, she found herself really liking it.
Her eyebrows climbed at Bran's friends words, and after she passed by, she turned her attention back to her date and took the offered glass.
"Why is he in a mood?" Tandy asked before taking a small sip.