Further magic? He stows the idea away for later, potentially troubling but worth consideration. He's too distracted, anyway, by the shape of her around him, atop him, her softness and the sound of her voice.

"You'll have it, you'll, ahh, you will," it's all mindless murmuring, the sort he can usually keep back. He'd only indulged in such total lust with Myseria, someone he could trust. Could he trust Alicent? She seemed to demand it, regardless of whether it was wise.