"You were never angry at the plant," she half-accuses, but she's growing more fond of the little magic flower moment by moment. The ease, the unguarded way he lets her at the warm skin of his throat, it's all so very different than what she knows.

"Money," Ygritte answers, a bit confused, because she still forgets it's something to consider most of the time, and then she understands. And then she's settling firmly against the solid heat of his thigh, enjoying the kiss thoroughly before she answers, a shiver running through her. "Oh, that's good," she says distractedly. She wants his mouth everywhere, immediately. "We'll find a place, though I'm guessing it still needs to be behind a door, with what I want from you."

She looks up with a crooked white smile. "Heard them complaining about some of the rooms needing keys instead of cards. Sounds to me like it'd be easy to get in on our own." The roll of her hips is unmistakeable in its intent. "Want to?"