"No games," Daenerys repeated. She wasn't sure what this counted as, but she wasn't about to say that (she didn't want to risk it if what this was wasn't a game but the friendship that Margaery seemed to want).

But maybe it wasn't friendship at all. This wasn't like the paltry and shallow attempts at seduction she'd been subjected to at court, this wasn't like the awkward dance of secret courtship that she and Jon had done, this wasn't like anything she had a frame of reference for. But she could tell, at least, what it was that Margaery had in mind.

And for reasons she didn't quite understand either, she wanted it too, though all she could think to do was nod very slightly.