[ Alayne peers out into the hallway, making sure that Ghost is properly settled before shutting the door behind Jon, both hands pressed into the small of her back as she leans against it, feeling it click closed behind her. The bridge of her nose pinkens, though Alayne's voice is exasperated. ]

I've a suitor, I suspect. He is fond of turning things into new things, and he's of the opinion that flowers win a girl's heart.