"What is it?" he asked. "Have I displeased you? Overstepped? If so, please accept my apology." His voice was soft; gentle.
"No, no . . . it's perfect." Brienne hesitated. She was not certain if she felt troubled or pleased that he had looked at her intimately enough to fit her a suit of armour, nor accept it. She hadn't had the best of experiences with men, and Jaime Lannister could have any woman in the Seven Kingdoms he wished.
"What then?" He was silent a moment, realizing.
"Do you not think that someone could admire you? Find you beautiful? Well, I do."