[ the pointed tone is almost like an accusation, but it's enough to snap him from his self-induced grief and back into the world of dry heat and Daenerys. his shoulders press against the stone, and then relax. you do not rejoice in inflicting harm upon anyone. no, he didn't. he never did; even when he had indulged himself in the dance with the demiurge, it had always been about the steps, never the pain.
then the subject is changed, and she asks about things that make him happy. while he's not entirely sold, not yet, he does indulge her with entertaining it.
and it causes him to wonder.
what does make him happy? ]
...
A well-delivered prank.
[ hips lips quirk up at the corners. ]
Cheeky with a lesson of levity.
[ then, he looks over at her with a green eye beneath heavy lashes. ]
no subject
then the subject is changed, and she asks about things that make him happy. while he's not entirely sold, not yet, he does indulge her with entertaining it.
and it causes him to wonder.
what does make him happy? ]
...
A well-delivered prank.
[ hips lips quirk up at the corners. ]
Cheeky with a lesson of levity.
[ then, he looks over at her with a green eye beneath heavy lashes. ]
What do you know of goats?