Sansa is grateful he doesn't cut her out of the dress because she doesn't have anything to mend it here and while this place seems to be about liberty, she doesn't think she's liberated enough to go without anything under her gowns. Her skin is bare now, though, so she can work on his clothes.

"Yours are much simpler. Men's clothes always are." She pushes up his shirt and wonders what sort of life he leads if such a thin thing is enough protection for him. Even lords wear a bit of armor to turn away a knife. Once she has it off, though, she traces her fingertips against his chest.

"You're not an idle man, I see. Warrior?"