Efrit is in WinterFell once again. Sure he should probably make up a reason as to why he's here, just in case Ariana decides she wants to know, but he doesn't have one. More specifically, he doesn't have an answer she'd like. He's only here for you, after all. Just so that he can sneak in a few extra brownie points before golden boy Nell decides to show up and whisk your attention away. His jaw clenches despite himself, his mood souring at the mention of the other jewels. He glares at the back of your head for a moment, waiting for you to notice him pouting.

He won't get too hung up on your refusals, especially when you've yet to refuse him. He hasn't made a move, though neither of you can deny the tension between the two of you. He's come to WinterFell with only one purpose, attempting to seduce you. Though considering how determined you've been to not give in to any of his attempts thus far he's taken to a different approach. He'll seduce you, as subtly as he possibly can. Fleeting touches in places you've let no man see, his eyes trailing across your lips just long enough for you to notice.

The room is bitterly cold, your breath visible in small clouds as you work. Despite his initial denial, Efrit now admits he's underdressed for the weather. Ariana likes it when he wears revealing clothes, and he's gambling that you will too. "You're Ariana's sister," he justifies silently, "the cherry doesn't fall too far from the tree." He springs up from his seat, finally growing bored of the silence, and strides over to your desk where you're absorbed in your papers.

He slams his hands onto the desk, the sudden sound echoing in the quiet room, his eyes locking onto yours as you finally give him your full attention. "Princess. I'm growing tired of you ignoring me. Give me an order, tell me what to do."