Margaery gave him another scolding look - though a playful one - for the movement of his hips. But then, she smiled and her hand slid down between them, over his bulge through his trousers to rub softly. "Ohhh, my poor love, how hard and wanting you are." She whispered, kissing him softly. Her fingers worked the belt open and slowly pulled it from his pants.

Then, in a flash, Margaery looped the belt around Hannibal's neck - though not so tight as to choke him- just enough to pin him down. If he struggled or tried to free himself, then he would choke. "Are we ready to behave now?"