Daenerys has picked up on one or two things from the gossip she’s caught, but right now she’s not thinking about it. He feels so right on top of her, she feels so comfortable -- they're in a hayloft, for goodness' sake, it isn't exactly luxurious but right now it's the most comfortable place she's ever been -- and they feel like they belong like this.

She feels her heart jump at the sensation of him pressed so close against her. "You're quite ready," she whispers, giggling a bit and letting her gaze dart down.