[ His smile turns ugly but only for a moment — just long enough for her to catch it before she lifts the magazine up, through her line of sight, and she doesn't have to look at its ugliness anymore. Sansa's mouth frowns in the shadow of one page turned for the next. Her voice frowns with it. ]
You're a terrible cop, Uncle Petyr, [ she says conversationally, her weight shifting in her seat as her leg lifts beneath the table and her toes feel around the top of his knee, the inside of his thigh. It's not until the ball of her foot presses daring and firm between his legs that she seems to exhale (had she been holding her breath), the air escaping her with a kind of sigh. ] You're a terrible uncle too.
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[ His smile turns ugly but only for a moment — just long enough for her to catch it before she lifts the magazine up, through her line of sight, and she doesn't have to look at its ugliness anymore. Sansa's mouth frowns in the shadow of one page turned for the next. Her voice frowns with it. ]
You're a terrible cop, Uncle Petyr, [ she says conversationally, her weight shifting in her seat as her leg lifts beneath the table and her toes feel around the top of his knee, the inside of his thigh. It's not until the ball of her foot presses daring and firm between his legs that she seems to exhale (had she been holding her breath), the air escaping her with a kind of sigh. ] You're a terrible uncle too.