Unlike his brother or his brother in law, Tycen knew that once he was wed, then a large part of his freedom was over. The reputation of a House with opened legs would end with him. Tycen had no intention of furthering this sullied name by being a lecherous or unfaithful man. House Lannister had enough problems than to have Tycen pile on to them with more rumours, more reasons to doubt his once proud house. The younger members were usually allowed to use their youth to play. Jaime had, obviously. Tywin had given the house stability. He was loyal, strict, firm, unquestionable. Unimpeachable. Tycen must be the same if he was to bring them back from the shame and disorganization Jaime and Tyrion had brought them.
Sansa at least had that to look forward to. She would never feel the embarrassment that Alea had with her lord husband. Her new house would not be tarnished with scandal and her lord husband would not make her look a fool to the rest of the world. At the moment, this was more for honour than love, if he was honest. How could he love her, he barely knew her? He wasn't some starry eyed boy, though one would be taken with her. He valued intelligence over all. In the end, Sansa'a beauty would fade, as would his own. If her mind was not sharp, what would they have left? He had an idea that she did posses some intellect but that she might be too meek to show it.
No matter, she would come out of her shell once she was more comfortable with him. As rational as ever though, the time it would take to get a level of comfort between them annoyed him. She needed to be brought into the fold nonetheless, he needed to determine how much he could trust her, and how much to involve her in his every day activities.
Arranging a late break of the fast with all things he assumed ladies loved to eat, he has told her the evening previously to expect to be summoned at this time. Fruit was the largest pick of the table, a great array of sweet and tart brightly colored harvest to choose from. Two bowls of grain porridge boiled in milk awaited to be doctored up with sugar and fruit. Fish sat at the center, light and flaky with bread surrounding it. He was proud of the spread he had chosen and his servants had laid out. He hoped Sansa saw the effort he had put in and opened up.
He looked up from his parchments as her arrival was announced. Standing, he held a hand out to guide her to her cushioned seat, the setting arranged on his terrace which was highly decorated with lush plants that drank up the sunlight that shone today. To keep them warm in the chilled weather, a small fire was lit by each chair.
"I hope this is to your liking, Lady Sansa." He spoke the first words, inviting her to join him in conversation.