"Then yes, the blind," Sansa says, lifting her head to look at him. "Get the mask and then you may do what you like."

Sansa doesn't know if she should say it quite that way but she does want his touch and wants the barrier of her shyness removed from the equation. She knows that what Ramsay did was wrong and she needs to relearn what is supposed to happen in a bedroom between men and women and perhaps it will be easier if she isn't forced to look. At least for now.

"Please?"