As brutal as his aftershave was, it wasn't terrible in Margaery's opinion. She was used to Loras and his floral cologne, or Willas and his more wood-based colognes. Both her brothers though were guilty of overuse of the product. Margaery herself tried not to use too much perfume when she wore it, restricting it to just a dab or two on her pulse points and sometimes a careful spritz into her hairbrush to incorporate the perfume into her hair.

Margaery laughed softly when Will was so honest - really, she found it refreshing, his honesty. She liked it. Margaery reached to lift the jacket slightly from her shoulders. "Really, I'm not that cold, if you need it, don't stand on ceremony, there's no sense in us both freezing to death out here."

She found her gaze drifted back to the moon when Will told his story. A small smile crept across her soft lips the more he spoke. "I've heard that story too, yes. There is no comparison to the ancient tales of love and the beauty of nature." She didn't mind his rambling, rather she enjoyed it.

When Will continued to make his playful motions, Margaery laughed again, and when he did indeed get too close, she eased her face back and covered her smile with a delicate hand. After a moment her hand retracted, revealing her wide smile and showing that she in no way felt awkward or uncomfortable. But when the door opened, Margaery glanced over her shoulder and looked slightly disappointed when she saw the other guests join them on the balcony.

"Mm...so much for our privacy," she whispered, rolling her eyes a little. But she was used to being surrounded by people.