Daenerys hasn't given too much thought to the act in any context, really. It wasn't a thing that nice ladies spoke of, and what innuendo she'd overheard -- well, she tried not to pay that much mind. She understood the basics, but that the rest was shaping up to be rather something her body could figure out in the moment, something their bodies could figure out together, that was really rather beautiful, she thinks.

And she did know that the reason, or one of the reasons, she'd chose to lay with Jon was that with him, she wouldn't want to just take it. She'd want to participate.

Her tongue meets his, her mouth twists up in a smile, her hands trace up and down his back. "You, too," she murmurs (this dirty talk business is going to take a bit longer, she thinks). And then, with a glint in her eye, she moves one of his hands to her breast.