The Seven are just the gods of Westeros. [Clearly Rhaenyra has no care for them nor no loyalty. She might be southron, but she's Targaryen, and Targaryens didn't follow the Seven either-- unless they were utterly pushed into it. She keeps her face flat when she looks at him though. There's so much he doesn't quite know about it all though, does he?]

I do not know what we are meant to do here, other than what I think we both know what they want. I do not think it has much to do with dragons, but here we have one another.

[It almost sounds like a proposition. Alleyship could be read in there if he's disgusted by any such notion. She already knows he had his Daenerys, and shes's certainly not trying to replace that. She's never been someone's love before, but she has been a lover. Rhaenyra can offer that without shame despite the familial bond they share.

That is something else she cares less about. The Seven would. His Old Gods might, but she highly doubts the gods of this place care how the lik is created. They have likely already created some between one another, taking in one another's company and holding hands.

For now though, she lets the offer linger, seeing how he'll react to it.]