Margaery closed her eyes and relaxed. She basked in the feeling of his fingers working through her dark tresses. Margaery smiled. "Some would envy me, I have the King of the Seven Kingdoms at my beck and call to wash my hair."

But she grew quiet to do as he asked. "I hear water, the waves in the bay. I hear birds talking to each other. And it's distant... but I can hear people talking."

After a moment she heard the distinct sound of flapping leather and chuckled. "I hear or very first child enjoying himself as he flies through the air."

As for scents, Margaery paused and breathed deep. "I smell the oils in the bath - lavender and jasmine and vanilla. I smell your skin and heat, odd though that may seem."