Ygritte smiles, something a touch softer than the usual daring tilt of her grin, and admires the mark she's left on him. She wouldn't know how or what to call this sort of connection, but she finds that she likes him, even beyond the sex. It's something warm and easy and-- generous, she decides.

A different way, maybe, of being a good man.

"Aye," she says. "Fun. I'd like that." Still reveling in the feel of warm skin beneath her, she adds, "I'm very glad I got to meet you again." They'll have to get dressed eventually, and she'll have the pleasure of seeing everyone downstairs know what she's been up to-- but for now, she lets herself rest against his chest, warmed by something new.