"Don't be foolish," Daenerys murmured, playfully chiding. "Of course I ought to thank you. You're lovely." She dragged her tongue over Margaery's center, teasing and slow. "And you taste lovely. It's an honor."

The only technique Daenerys had to draw from was what had been used on her in those rare instances she'd been tended to thus, but it was easy to make it up with Margaery's reactions and taste urging her on.