A frown crossed her face, but it was gone in an instant and Margaery pulled Daenerys to her lips for a brief kiss.

"You please me greatly, Daenerys. I've no idea why you think you don't, but seven hells, you do. I'm the one who is worried about pleasing you properly."

She let her face go and brushed aside a silver strand of hair gently. "Let's trust each other now."