Daenerys blushed as he brushed his thumb over her cheek. Her violet eyes looked up to him and she trembled just softly as he leaned in. She thought perhaps he was showing her, demonstrating what would happen in the morning in the godswood. A trial run, if you will. So slowly, she had closed her eyes and parted her lips just slightly-

...and then he'd spoken. And she'd never been more embarrassed. But in an effort to push past her embarrassment, Daenerys nodded. "Thank you - yes, that is indeed kind of you." For royalty was indeed present, and insisting upon a bedding ceremony - all thanks to Viserys Targaryen.