Ah, that makes sense. Sometimes all I would have to do is touch Criston. [She smiles a little playfully, mentioning her previous lover by name. She doesn't know he's betrayed her, yet, so there's still a fondness even if she knows he's upset that she turned down his marriage proposal.

As he talks though, she's already working. She kisses over his shoulder gently, silently agreeing that she thinks they would enjoy their time together. She already is, wet between her legs from her orgasm. Rhaenyra also likes the idea of just being naked around him, touching him and kissing over his chest. She wants to learn all the ways she can touch him to elicit those same reactions. Hands are already at his waist when she looks up, that mischievous Targaryen look in her eye.]

Do you want me to make sure you finish, too? Or do you still have plans of burying your cock inside me?

[She might also enjoy the freedom of speaking so dirtily to him as well. A good little princess would never.]