Sansa feels herself flush with pleasure at his statement that he would rather stay in and talk to her. She knows that she should offer to let him go or even maybe tag along so he can still get his job done but she can't bring herself to.

"That and you would have to get dressed." She motions at him before suddenly pausing and looking up at his face with a slightly wide-eyed gaze. While she had thought about what a shame it would be if he did get dressed, she hadn't meant to stay it out loud and now her cheeks are flushed for another reason.

Really, she is a lady and she should be better at this. "I mean, getting dressed and going outside isn't that enjoyable at the moment. It's rather cold and being in here is definitely nicer."

She can't help but give an internal sigh at herself.