"Miss a chance to boss people around?"
Toying with her curls, he told her, "It's not something I need, Sansa . Wanting something and needing it are two different things. You're what I need."
"Ah, but if you can have what you want and what you need, why shouldn't you?"
Unsure what he wanted, he said, "Let's talk about something else."
"Like what?"
"Like the fact that I don't want you fighting against the humans with us on Thursday night."
She narrowed her eyes. "I knew you were going to say that." She wasn't exactly surprised. He was her mate; he wouldn't want her in any form of danger. "I know you like to have your own way, and I know that sometimes I compromise, and I know that sometimes you sneakily talk me into consenting to what you want"—he smiled, not in the least bit apologetic—"but I won't budge on this: I will be part of what happens Thursday night."
"Sansa —"