Daenerys gave a soft little sound of contentment as she felt Hannibal's hand touch over her breast. She reached up, running her fingers along his arm and tilting her head up to look at him.

"If I allowed you," Daenerys pointed out. "Besides, you say that as though it was not my plan all along."

There was a mischievous lilt to her voice as she spoke. She glanced at her papers again, then she looked up again. "Any new developments for you?"