Warning! Mature content.
Penelope found a cloth to dry Tyrion's hair until water no longer dripped along the side of his face.
As she helped him, Penelope plotted how she would make her next move. There was wine yet to be poured, but she didn't want him to get the wrong idea. Tyrion shouldn't think she needed wine to get her through the night.
"It is dry enough," Tyrion said, stopping Penelope.
Penelope set down the cloth and raked her fingers through Tyrion's hair. "I do not want you to fall ill. Would you like some wine? Winston suggested a bottle. It is only for a drink to celebrate, nothing more."
"I will give it a try," Tyrion said, letting Penelope leave to get the bottle.
It was one distraction after the next, but it didn't bother him.
Tyrion remained seated on the bed, watching as Penelope opened the bottle and poured one glass of wine.
He took notice of the little things, which proved she was quite comfortable around him.
