Jon is absolutely stunned that Daenerys' expression on seeing him naked doesn't embarrass or make him the least bit uncomfortable. In fact, the way she looks at him, wide eyed and quiet, makes his heart beat even louder. It makes his blood rumble in his body, much of it flowing downwards in response to his want.

He nods when she asks her question. "Would you think less of me if I said, Gods, yes?" In point of fact, Jon doesn't wait for a response to that. He bends down to repeat the same process, kissing the pale skin that he lays bare as he pulls her skirts downwards. By the time the fabric is over her hips and halfway down her thighs, he pulls it quickly free.

Now it's his jaw that goes slack, his eyes that widen as he devours the sight of her. Daenerys is stunning, in every sense. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely before lowering down and stretching out over her and holding her tightly, trapping his stiffness between them.