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Jon couldn't argue. He was already the Wildlings' captive, so he wasn't exactly in a position to refuse Ygritte. Might as well play along, he thought, though it was with some inward bitterness in resignation.
Still, it was increasingly apparent that Ygritte actually liked him, as she'd stated her intent to play with him, which was better than the alternative. Better at least than being enslaved and/or tortured by the rest of the Wildlings.
So be it, at least for now, Jon thought, even if he couldn't help rolling his eyes a little. Still unable to speak with his pacifier in his mouth, he looked Ygritte in the eye and simply nodded.
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