Jon meets her gaze when she says his name in that soft, warm tone of her voice. He doesn't think anyone has ever said his name like that before, like she does. It grabs his attention even as this heaviness rests on his shoulders.

He nods in answer to the question, grateful for the offer (a softness in the dark of his eyes, in his expression).

The environment of this party isn't one he would ever be comfortable with. People are around, dancing, drinking. The music is loud. The demons are cheering on their sins and manipulating the party as they see fit. These are things he has never spoken of before. There was hardly time back home before he had to travel to Dragonstone and then go beyond the Wall.

"Might be if we leave together, they won't try to stop us," he says, pushing himself up to his feet as he offers her his hand to aid in her standing too.