Sansa reaches up and gently readjusts his glasses. She isn't familiar with the concept, not seeing them in Westeros, but she feels like they must aid him in seeing and she doesn't want him to be blind. If he's a soldier, he likely needs his eyes to have decent aim.

"Jensen, then," she says warmly. "And you need not apologize to me. You only need to take me to bed, all right? That is what you need, isn't it? Far be it from me to deny a man in true need."