"Yes, you do, even though your fur isn't nearly as soft," Daenerys teased, running her fingers through the bit of scruff on his chin and jaw. It wasn't a complaint, not at all. There was nothing about Jon's face or body that she didn't find desirable.

"They're lovely, though I'm pacing myself so that I don't devour all of them one after the other." She drew him in closer and kissed him, the taste of those chocolates still clinging to her lips and tongue. "It helps that you are distracting me."