"Yeah, it's not quite as romantic a spot as I'd wager you might've imagined," Jon said with a smirk. "But it'll do for our... purposes." He can't help it. He laughs at the word, and at the idea that they're discussing this particular subject in the way he'd expect to arrange a trade for a new saddle. But, he thinks, he's clearly not laughing at all at Daenerys. Because when his eyes settle on her for more than a moment, his laugh fades and all Jon can do is smile at her.

"I'll do what I can to make sure it'll be deserted for the night as soon as I can. Once that's done, I'll let you know." He leans closer to her again. "Until then, I don't think we're expected back until supper time. Got a suggestion for passing the time?"