[ She's not stopping him, which is a good sign. It points to consent, agreement, both of them wholly invested. He's still tired, the exhaustion having settled into his bones and nerves after they'd stepped off the plane. But, he's finding himself distracted away from wanting to slump into the bed, sink into the pillows– well, maybe not completely away. Maybe he'll end up that way, just for different reasons. Dany seems like the type to get her way (he doesn't mind at all).

So he doesn't take her dare, doesn't stop her, lets her fist the ends of his tie, hanging undone. ]

Hard to misinterpret my hands up your dress. If this is about my comment on the soap, this isn't exactly what I had in mind. It's a good surprise, though.

[ An understatement. Having a lap full of Dany is actually pretty excellent. ]

Can I kiss you?