Margaery gave a crooked smile and rolled her eyes. It was a skill, to be sure, but not one that was worth praising so. At least in her mind. But she inclined her head in thanks for the compliment all the same.

His offer made her pause.

Learning to hunt in the forest with a Bolton. It seemed like a...very bad idea. But at the same time, Margaery trusted him. More than the other two Boltons, anyway. Slowly she began to nod.

"I think I would like that, my lord. I can ride very well," though after her older brother's accident that left him crippled, Margaery was reluctant sometimes to get in the saddle.