"You flatter me," Daenerys murmured, twining her fingers with Margaery's. "With your ideals of who I am -- I'm flattered." After all, they were rare, and though she didn't find them to be true, she did understand their intention.

"I believe even if I had somewhere else to go, I would stay," she agreed after a moment, smiling. "I confess I'm intrigued."