[The proffered hand is accepted, though Drogon's eyes dart to Jon. Red pits that watch him with open hostility. For all she managed to do to control him, he was still a dragon.
His concern doesn't pass her notice. It was a bit strange to feel more brazen in this way. If she were in Meereen, he would not be permitted such a luxury, but desperate times.]
Do you prefer your room? [She can't help teasing him.] There we won't be watched or overheard. I promise to keep you chaste, my lord.
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His concern doesn't pass her notice. It was a bit strange to feel more brazen in this way. If she were in Meereen, he would not be permitted such a luxury, but desperate times.]
Do you prefer your room? [She can't help teasing him.] There we won't be watched or overheard. I promise to keep you chaste, my lord.