“Ser Arys was pleasant company abed, but wit and he were strangers. (Arianne Martell)”
“Must you be in such haste to don your clothes, ser? I prefer you as you are. Abed, unclad, we are our truest selves, a man and a woman, lovers, one flesh, as close as two can be. Our clothes make us different people. - Arianne”
“…there was no better company for an especially personal revelation than the company of virtual strangers.”
“He sat beside me pleasantly and played his sweet music to me, and in the end he foretold things that put drunkenness on my wits.”
“Must I say it, ser? You call me love, yet you refuse me, when I have most desperate need of you. Is it so wrong of me to want a knight to keep me safe? - Arianne”
“This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?”