[Robb shifts a little more when she comes closer. It could be that she is testing him.] I am quite a good dancer. [The laugh that comes from his mouth is soft and very awkward.] I do not think that moving my hips will be a problem. [Even though Westerosi dances are quite more of hops than hips.]

Like strongwine? [He puts the emptied glass next to him, quite amazed at the fact that he downed that quite fast.] Ale. Dornish reds. [And mostly just a little bit of it, while his men got into their cups, Robb preferred to have his head clear.]

Aye. [He moves to straighten his shirt a little, still blinking a little from all the flashing lights] Are you used to drinking these ones?