Sansa watched while the leopard stretched, exposing her muscular arms, which flexed. She growled, hating the fact she was being teased; or what it looked like. It should be noted she want everything to herself, but it was hard taking things slow. Suddenly, disturbed from her own world by a small grip and strong pull, Sansa found herself laying next to body of her lover. Of course, she embraced it all.<br/><br/>She smirked.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Even if you are the general and high class assassin, a princess should always have a locked window. It would only mean danger,and we can't let that happen. Yes or no, m'dear?</span><br/><br/>Burrying her nose then, near the neck of her lover, Sansa smelled Mali scent and smelt something she wasn't suppose to.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Even as we speak, High Class Assassin smells like a homeless pig. Would you like to take a bath? I might join along" </span>she smiled.