I'll go in the rattler with you," Bran said the next morning, to Nee. Grinning...

I'll go in the rattler with you," Bran said the next morning, to Nee. Grinning at her, he added, "Probably will rain, and I hate riding horseback in the wet. And we never get enough time together as it is."
I looked out at the heavy clouds and the soft mist, thought of that close coach, and said, "I'll ride, then. I don't mind rain--" I looked up, realized who else was riding, and fought a hot tide of embarrassment. "You can go in the coach in my place," I said to Shevraeth, striving to sound polite.
He gave his head a shake. "Never ride in coaches. If you want to know the truth, they make me sick. How about a wager?"
"A wager?" I repeated.
"Yes," he said, and gave me a slow smile, his eyes bright with challenge. "Who reaches Jeriab's Broken Shield in Lumm first."
"Stake?" I asked cautiously.
He was still smiling, an odd sort of smile, hard to define. "A kiss."
My first reaction was outrage, but then I remembered that I was on my way to Court, and that had to be the kind of thing they did at Court. I hesitated only a moment longer, lured by the thought of open sky, and speed, and "Done," I said.