Margaery seemed aloof, looking into the blaze as though it were some hypnotic force that drew her in. She glanced over her shoulder to him. A soft smile played across her pink lips, and she even gave a playful, nonchalant roll of her shoulders. "Wherever you like, darling." Then she turned her attention to the fire again, and let her gown fall to the floor so that the fabric could pool around her ankles. It allowed more of those shadows to play across her slender figure, and the golden light to play across her curves.