Margaery kept her eyes closed. When he leaned over her and she felt his lips over hers, she kissed him back deep, claiming his lower lip before he could pull away. She smiled to herself and thought for a moment.

"I feel the strength of your fingers, yet how gently they work over my hair - You have the strength to kill me with one hand if you wanted, but you refuse. Taste? I taste the heat of your mouth and the strong tea you drink, it leaves a lingering floral taste." A blend from Highgarden, she knew.