He knew her so well, he knew she was the other side of him. The side that was perhaps more ruthless. More cruel. The side that maybe, just maybe wasn't as worried about what had happened to Bran Stark. And most of all he knew she was done talking about it. Arya would have to deal with that. Unfortunate as it was for the girl he was coming to rather like. He would try to protect her from his sisters wrath and hatred of Arya's family. But time would tell on that he was afraid. Time would tell on many things.
It wasn't the best of surroundings, it wasn't how he'd have imagined it. He'd have lain her down on silk sheets and treated her like the goddess she was, not this. Not this horrid alley and its mess. But he would take her here because Cersei needed him. She had always needed him just as much as he had always needed her.
It didn't matter where they were. No matter what world. No matter what broken world they ended up in. They would always find each other because that was who they were. There were ties between them that would never break and no matter where they were he would always find his way back to her. "I know you do. I need you too, you know that don't you. You know how much." He could feel it of course, sense it her as her kiss matched his. He smirked against her lips, those dresses, always those dammed dresses. But he slid his hand down along her waist anyway. It would have to be quick and fast but it would be enough.