Margaery bit her lower lip, letting her eyes drink in the sight of his body as he revealed those muscular hips. "Mmm in a bit, perhaps," she replied, leaning in to scoop out more pomegranate seeds with her skilled tongue. She was determined to win this wager, and already she was so close...

"This costume of yours," she glanced to the leather outfit. "It's rather satisfying as a substitute while I wait for you."

Margaery rolled her folds again, sending shocks through her body. "Tell me darling, do you remember my first night in Winterfell? How I found you the next morning with your clothes partially off and your muscles bulging?" He had scolded her for not ringing the bell first, but she had enjoyed the view.