"If it were you inside," he laughs, "I'd tear my way through plate armor with my bare hands." It's an amusing image and a lightly said thought, but once he actually begins undressing Daenerys, he knows he means it and would doubtless have the strength to do it as well. Incentive is a very small word when he looks at her.

When she kisses him, it's clearly a response to his words. Jon wonders if he should say them again, convince her of how truthful he was. But really, he'd rather just keep kissing her for a bit longer and then move on.

Moving on becomes a question of which one of them will be the first completely exposed, in so many ways, to the other? Jon's instincts, as always, are to be the one that protects and defends and right now, there is no one in the world he cares for more than Daenerys, so the choice is clear. He shifts and turns and fidgets until breeches and smallclothes are cast aside.