Margaery gasped softly as he lifted her. She giggled softly at that show of strength, wrapped her arms around his neck and felt the muscle beneath his clothes and skin. As he set her down, she smiled and let her hands rest against his chest for as long as he was near. When he kissed her hand she bowed slightly.

"Good night, my Lord. I look forward to the morning," she smiled and turned, looking to the pup and whistling for her to come. "Come, Moanna."

The pup followed, a bit more pep in her step being given a name. Before Margaery closed the door she undid the clasps and buckles of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Giving Hannibal a brief glance of her bare backside once again before closing the door.