Daenerys hesitated but only for a moment; and not because she found him unlikeable, only because she had never really had much contact with other men besides her brothers. It was...nice. Her fingers seemed right at home in his hand.

"I'm indeed glad I'm not just sensitive," she smiled weakly. "The weather up North is indeed something to which I am not accustomed."

Daenerys followed alongside him to her chambers. They weren't much like her chambers in the Red Keep, but she would not complain. The bear and wolf furs that adorned the bed did indeed look warm and inviting, at the very least. "You're very kind Ser Jorah, I thank you." She smiled back to him before she stepped into the chambers. "I hope you don't think me rude - but I have traveled a long way and am rather famished...will dinner be served soon?"