"My lord, I … I do not understand … Joffrey gave you Harrenhal, made you Lord Paramount of the Trident … why … "
"Why should I wish him dead?" Littlefinger shrugged. "I had no motive. Besides, I am a thousand leagues away in the Vale. Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next. Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have no purpose, or even seem to work against you. Remember that, Sansa, when you come to play the game."
"What … what game?"
"The only game. The game of thrones."
"Yes, I played you false in that … and in one other thing as well."
Sansa’s stomach was aflutter. “What other thing?”
"I told you that nothing could please me more than to help you with your castle. I fear that was a lie as well. Something else would please me more." He stepped closer. "This."
Sansa tried to step back, but he pulled her into his arms and suddenly he was kissing her.