Daenerys had never quite understood the fascination that seemed to surround breasts. She liked having her own played with, but she had never exactly understood what was so mysterious about them. Now, though, with Margaery's in her hand all she could do was thank the gods that the hand in her hair was keeping her from doing something absurd like dropping and pressing kisses to Margaery's flesh.

Instead, she moved closer. "Would you undress me?" she asked in a whisper.

That both would keep things at Margaery's pace and would give Daenerys a chance to be admired well and truly that she had long been missing.