"Hey, Jon?" Lena asked. "Aren't you at least gonna tell me where were we going?" she inquired. She tried to run away. Twice. He freaked her out again, by saying he could care less where she went. So she left. Then came back like something stupid, then tried to leave when he wasn't looking. "Or can you at least let me go since I am not your pet," she said, somatically. "Or your piece of property," she added. "Or anything that belongs or pertains to you." She finished. He had her hand tied to a rope where she couldn't leave. "I would, but Lena you keep on running away!" he demanded turning around to face her. "Oh, I thought you didn't care." She said. "Well, I just can't let you go, Lena." He replied. "You'll die out there on your own," he explained. "And that's a horrible death, even for a mouthy hussy." He said, not trying to hurt her feelings but make her realize that he actually cared. "Oh, so you just like my company?" she said. "You're not so bad, after all, Jon," She said, trying to get on his good side. "You've got to a pretty face." She said, laughing. He ignored her. "Don't know how to take a complaint, Jon Snow?" she said, using his name as a term of endearment. "Not from you," he said. "You think I don't mean it?" she said. "Well, I do," she added. "Glad to know, "he said, not even turning around to look at her. "Oh, whats the matter, Baby Face mad?" she asked. "It's a shame you ruin that pretty face by pouting." She sweet-talked. She knew sooner or later he'd give in. the last year and a half she learned her way of talking guys into doing what she wanted without taking him to bed. That's how she managed not get caught stealing. But Jon she wasn't just talking into getting something, she actually meant it. "At least I don't ruin myself by arguing. "Jon replied. Deep down him liked that about her. She was pretty damned cute when she was mad, and the only girl that he ever thought that about was Arya, his little sister. But Lena even had her beat on that. "Jon are you gonna let me go or not?" she asked in a sweet sounding voice. "I promise I won't leave." She said. "Unless you enjoy leading me around," she said as he turned around. "Then more power to ya." She said. Then she thought surely she had pissed him off but she hadn't. Instead he grabbed her hand and started untying the rope. "You don't get lonely?" she asked, trying to get him to look up at her. "You know, out here, all by yourself?" she asked. "Sometimes," he said as he finally got the knot a loose. "Sometimes. Not." he said. "What are you trying to say, Lena?" he asked, finally looking her in the eye. "That you could at least start treating me with a little respect." She said. "And maybe I would treat you decently." She proposed. He looked stunned. He honestly thought she was gonna say something like get the hell away from me, or did you honestly think I was gonna mean it? And run like that was no tomorrow. And he couldn't blame her if she did. "Aren't you gonna try to run for it again?" he asked, shocked. "Nope," she said. Whats next? He asked himself. Then it hit him like a brick wall. No, he thought. Not again I can't let what happened to yvirtte happen to her too. "I've got all I need right here." She said. And if she was gonna try to run, he was flabbergasted to even stop her. To be continued…