Her eyes lit when he riddled it out that she wanted a game. But she nodded in understanding - she knew he couldn't appear weak to his men, or their prisoners, or to any unseen ears. Margaery nodded and leaned down to kiss him, a bit softer to seal their pact.

He could be quiet, and not proclaim his love and devotion to his mistress aloud. "So long as I am satisfied. But I doubt we will have issues with that." They never did, neither was ever left wanting, after all.