"I imagined I smelled of winter," Sansa says, sighing a little when she felt him nuzzling against her thighs. It feels as if his touch is sending sparks through her, somehow, and she's so sensitive to him. Perhaps that is because she can only go by touch and scent just now and not sight.

He says she does not have to disrobe unless she wants to and she reaches down and pulls the shirt up to just beneath her breasts so that her bare stomach and hips are on display. He hasn't untied her smallclothes and tossed them aside yet so she's still clothed...somewhat.

There's something else he smells of, something stronger than his summer-fresh scent, and it makes her want to pull him as close to her as possible. Is this something to do with his being not quite a man? She isn't sure.