Somewhere in the back of her mind, Daenerys wondered if maybe she wouldn't regret this some, knowing it was due to be ended. They were meant to be split apart, ripped from this place they'd always known and used as little more than pawns, and who knew when they'd so much as see each other again. But -- no, that line of thinking wouldn't do. She was as glad of this as she could be.

She'd started it, but it still took her a bit by surprise when Jon laid down like that and his expression suddenly turned almost mischievous. Good, sweet Jon -- maybe for this little while her good, sweet Jon -- was rarely so bold, though she certainly didn't mind. She returned the kiss almost hungrily, murmuring approval against his lips. "Much more of that," she agreed.

And then, because she couldn't help herself, she added, "And now that I think of it, I might need a few nice thoughts to keep me company in that city I'm set for, too."