Ygritte knows it's only a matter of time before she finds out in depth what arrest is like, because most of the rules of the city are for Southrons and fools. But she thinks that she'd like the privacy anyway, having come to know what it can be like, the connection between two people that's just a bit more than fucking.

She's not wearing a bra under her shirt, a soft black thing she can shove up her arms, and she's not planning to start wearing one any day soon. All the better to feel his teasing touch, her lips parting with a little sound. She doesn't really want to stop, but everything else she wants requires them claiming a room upstairs.

After a moment, Ygritte starts making her way up the stairs, trying to look casual and probably failing. So she goes back to take Steve by the hand, pleased that this is a better tactic to blend in, and heads for the side of the building that allegedly needs keys.