Daenerys let out a soft gasp at the -- the forwardness of that. It was very much what the situation called for, and she couldn't say it didn't thrill her, the sight of Margaery all unfinished and the glorious soft feel of her.

"I'm glad," she whispered, before she could think better of it adding, "I can imagine how touching you would quickly become one of a person's favorite things."

Shyly, then, she reached her free hand to her own hair, tugging at the twists and braids carefully.