" how very observant of you, " the young wolf returns with a hint of laughter laced within his tone. perhaps it is the wine that has caused his face to flush with a muted tone of red, or perhaps it is the proximity of renly baratheon and the delicate nature of which his words were spoken. nay, it was certainly the wine, robb decided. though he must admit that there was some feeling he could not quite place under the gaze of the other. it does not occur to him how close they are in actuality, until he can feel the featherlight touch of his breath fanning across his face. it is not something robb can ignore. he clears his throat abruptly, bright blue hues that were mistakenly fixated on renly's wine stained lips looking anywhere but where they previously were. " i suppose we have celebrated our victory enough, " the young wolf murmurs, placing his goblet down on the table beside him.