Daenerys knew the rumors. She was, depending on the storyteller, any variant of coy seductress versed in all manner of things, a not-quite-just-human temptress with all the mystery and allure of her Valyrian blood. These rumors were naturally untrue, in that she was much less wanton and worldly, but to know that Margaery felt her so-called draw would flatter her.

"Oh," Daenerys agreed. She rutted against Margaery lightly, biting her own lip before leaning to bite Margaery's shoulder. "Is that...?"