Oh. Oh no. Break his heart, Sansa. Never? He was fumbling to pull one of the apples out, holding it out to her with a little sadness in his eyes. Sad that there had to be some kind of drug or enhancement to make this happen, but also sad that a woman who'd been married and who was as gracious as she was hadn't enjoyed any of it.

He holds it out to her, then adds, "For the record, I'd be doing my best to make sure you felt something good without it." But he also couldn't really hold himself to being able to do that with how fucking needy he felt.