[She flushed under his gaze, breaking it a moment to duck her head, but soon found herself looking back. It wasn't flowers or the gifts Daario brought. It wasn't sweet words and courtly attempts at wooing.
But it was something and she liked the way it made her feel and she liked the heat he brought to her cheeks.]
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[She flushed under his gaze, breaking it a moment to duck her head, but soon found herself looking back. It wasn't flowers or the gifts Daario brought. It wasn't sweet words and courtly attempts at wooing.
But it was something and she liked the way it made her feel and she liked the heat he brought to her cheeks.]
I would rather have someone than a red door-
[Never really realizing how that might be taken.]