( A simple hum of acknowledgment leaves her lips as she brings her glass to them once more, taking a long pull of tea before finishing it off and turning away from him to set her glass atop the table. She lingers for a moment, gazing upon the city before finally facing him, her hand coming up to finger the charm of her necklace. )

Knowing the inner workings of the Steadfast may come in handy in the days to come, ( she muses as she takes two steps towards him but stops, purposefully keeping out of arms reach as she begins to circle him.

Though she is no dragon, there is a proud fierceness within her as she holds her head high, eyes lathing over his form as she takes in the sight of him. For years she has been a quiet woman, a Queen blending into the background and overpowered by those around her, but it seems that he has lit a fierceness within her. One that has been hidden beneath the surface and reared its head that fateful night on Driftmark when he lost his eye. )

Does the idea of me sneaking through unlit corridors to seek out your chambers and companionship please you? ( Her arms crossed under her chest, fingers gripping at her elbows. ) Would you have me wanton and desperate enough to lower myself sneaking about?

( The thin, barely there material of her shift does little to hide the hardening peaks of her nipples. She moistens her lips with her tongue, chest rising and falling at a quickened pace at the excitement of going against her nature brings. )

Answer me, Aemond.