It wouldn't surprise her to know that he was assuming if he was ready, she was ready. She also didn't doubt that there were women who would be frightened at the sudden force of his desires. Her ultimatum to him would likely be one of the few times that a non Targaryen, even more a non royal, had kept him from satisfying his urges. That fact alone left her more than aware how matters might run.

On the same hand, she didn't exactly feel bothered by it. She had her means of safeguarding her interests and she was proud enough to keep from cowering. It did just occur to her that her father might have been warning her from more than Daemon's ambitions.

The bite makes her flush, but it seems a glimmer pleasure peeks through the pain. Her grip is tight on his hair, ready to act more harshly if he ever slipped out of control. Wouldn't that be what the men outside wanted to hear? The screams of a maid confronted with her husband's sword.

"What I want is to learn how to ride the dragon before being tossed into his bowels."