“You flatter me,” he said, pleasure rippling through him and into his voice. “If you could pull it off, and I have no doubt that you could, I was thinking of bringing the whole shebang. It’s not every day your younger brother goes running off to war, you know,” Robb confided, leaning back in his chair. There were a million possibilities running through his mind, all of them tempting, and not simply for poor Jon’s sake.
“It’s frankly incredible he’s gotten this far and yet still managed to avoid seeing your best, and we’re out to change that. We want to see that look in his eyes that says he regrets ever being born to us, but wouldn’t change it for the world - you know the one, where he gets all dramatic and pretends to hate his life for being so flustered? If there’s anyone I know who can do that, it’s you and your girls. So...” He looked up at the ceiling, a contemplative smile on his face. “Short skirts, and the more interesting stuff underneath to give him a good show? I don’t think the boy’s ever seen anything of the sort.”
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“It’s frankly incredible he’s gotten this far and yet still managed to avoid seeing your best, and we’re out to change that. We want to see that look in his eyes that says he regrets ever being born to us, but wouldn’t change it for the world - you know the one, where he gets all dramatic and pretends to hate his life for being so flustered? If there’s anyone I know who can do that, it’s you and your girls. So...” He looked up at the ceiling, a contemplative smile on his face. “Short skirts, and the more interesting stuff underneath to give him a good show? I don’t think the boy’s ever seen anything of the sort.”