"I am," she answers immediately, without even giving it thought. Right now, in this moment, she is. Without question. Beyond this night, who knew, really; they're both set to have to accept destinies that don't include each other. But the more she turns it over in her mind, the more she suspects that she's telling the truth and not just for right now. She isn't terribly worried about the weight of it.

All Daenerys is in much of a position to do is return the kiss, tentatively wrap a leg around Jon's waist and urge him on with the gentle pressure of her heel. She's run out of words just now, she's just curious where he'll take it.