[Robb looks at her and smiles a little.] Of course I will. [He would not want any trouble inside his breeches and he would not want to burden her with said trouble.]

That is not much of a dance, I have to say. [Robb glances at a couple doing it, hips grinding into eachother as if they were bedding one another.] I will try not to. [He sips his drink once more and squints his eyes a little afterwards.]

It is quite strong. Better than the ale they serve here. I wish to have another.