Sansa nods furiously and yanks the shirt up and off, tossing it to the side afterward. It's slightly cool in the room without it and she feels goosebumps pebble her skin but the burning heat between her thighs doesn't let her think about being cold for very long.

"Please? I did not know I wanted it until you asked for it."

Sansa suspects that will be a lot of things surrounding bedding - she won't know what she likes until she just does it. She has a list of dislikes, naturally, but nothing she likes.