She marvels over this open affection. So very different and unrestrained it is, now, versus all the times when they'd been together prior to that eve on a Targaryen boat. None would ever tame him, no. He was as wild as the animal of his House in that regard, for however much he maintained an amiable appearance before others. She'd witnessed firsthand that wildness, and multiple times since beyond the Wall.

But to see him softened and so affectionate... It tugs a tenderness from she as well, not stayed by the reservation of being discovered (and they could be, at any moment in this room). He has the uncanny ability to make the world slip away, until it's only he and she. The very same occurs now, as her thumb gently traces the arch of his cheek, and the stubble of his beard scratches against the leather of her glove.

He speaks the truth of her always being a queen. And yet-- "We're no longer in a place where my dragons fly free, or where a Targaryen's claim holds sway." Was the room she'd been housed in not proof enough of that? "It's much the same as Essos in that regard."

These were details to mull about--later. Instead, the light huff of laughter echoes between them.

"Missandei would be most displeased with your lack of remembrance." A light quip. The following silence is a thoughtful one, and during that pause, she leans back just enough to look into his eyes. "Viserys called me Dany. Perhaps its time to replace bad with good."