Margaery grinned and arched her hips tight against his. But indeed, there was a hunt to be had. Margaery climbed in front of him on Vhagar's back. She stroked his neck. "Hello again my first born," she teased in High Valyrian. Soon enough they were aloft and she looked over her shoulder to Hannibal. "Are we to hunt from the air?" She teased.