Theon

           Shewasundeniablyabeauty.Butyourfirstisalwaysbeautiful,TheonGreyjoythought.

           "Nowthere’saprettygrin,"awoman’svoicesaidbehindhim."Thelordlinglikesthelookofher,doeshe?"

           Theonturnedtogiveheranappraisingglance.Helikedwhathesaw.Ironborn,heknewataglance;leanandlong-legged,withblackhaircutshort,wind-chafedskin,strongsurehands,adirkatherbelt.Hernosewastoobigandtoosharpforherthinface,buthersmilemadeupforit.Hejudgedherafewyearsolderthanhewas,butnomorethanfive-and-twenty.Shemovedasifshewereusedtoadeckbeneathherfeet.

           "Yes,she’sasweetsight,"hetoldher,"thoughnothalfsosweetasyou."

           "Oho."Shegrinned."I’dbestbecareful.Thislordlinghasahoneyedtongue."

           "Tasteitandsee."

           "Isitthatway,then?"shesaid,eyeinghimboldly.TherewerewomenontheIronIslands—notmany,butafew—whocrewedthelongshipsalongwiththeirmen,anditwassaidthatsaltandseachangedthem,gavethemaman’sappetites."Haveyoubeenthatlongatsea,lordling?Orweretherenowomenwhereyoucamefrom?"

           "Womenenough,butnonelikeyou."

           "AndhowwouldyouknowwhatI’mlike?"

           "Myeyescanseeyourface.Myearscanhearyourlaughter.Andmycock’sgonehardasamastforyou."