“Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying.”
“I wasn’t aware that you were an expert in the art of flirting, Miss Tyrell,” Robb replied, leaning one arm against the wall and looking down at Margaery as he realized she was the one who had spoken to him. Of course she was an expert, though; the hotel tycoon’s daughter was bloody brilliant at everything, it seemed. She had a way of unnerving him -- making him feel like he wasn’t as good at representing the Stark name as she was the Tyrell one, making his usual charm wear off and turning him back into a schoolboy all over again, tongue-tied and flustered... and yet he couldn’t seem to stay away from her. Every society party like this, every charity function and gala, they found their way to each other, like magnets... although whether they were the type who came together, or the type that repelled, Robb was yet to be certain. “Here I am, letting them walk away alone and standing here with you in their stead. You haven’t even used your lines yet you’ve already won... But perhaps you’d like to show me how it’s done anyway? We do have to find ways keep ourselves amused during these functions, after all.”
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