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(She is less subtle, by far, than a certain other lady from her world. Maybe she should be more careful, but why? This is fun. The Dothraki have rubbed off on her. No, get your mind out of the gutter. Not like that for a long time at least.)

What do you look for in a partner? When you are under the influence of the moons, who do you gravitate towards?

(People who are good for you or people who are a bit naughty?)

Any regrets?

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I trust you're aware of at least one of the partners I've sought out.

[ Did he really need to reply to this one? Probably not, but he likes flirting with Daenerys, so here he is. ]

(This man. Daenerys gives him a wide, sweet grin.)

Do I know them?

[ That smile - his stomach goes unaccountably fluttery when he sees it. He really should be careful. If he carries on like this, people will start to accuse him of having feelings. ]

Mm, I rather think you might. Attractive woman, blond hair, striking eyes, occasional reptilian tendencies...

(Feelings are dangerous. They lead to caring and attachment. Daenerys will be pleased as long as they don't lead to more stab wounds.)

She sounds like someone I should know! Do you like being with her?

I might become jealous.

[ Valmont quite agrees with this assessment. Feelings are unnecessary at best, an active hindrance at worst. He's been entirely happy avoiding them until now, thank you... and yet. And yet. ]

I enjoy her company rather a great deal, as it happens.

[ Jealous, is it? His mouth quirks upward, just a touch. ]

Oh dear, we wouldn't want that, would we? Then again, I haven't yet seen you when you're jealous. It might be... exciting.

[ Hopefully he's not tempting fate here. ]

(She is frightened of them, though getting her to admit to her fear will take an act of the Seven, Old Gods and any other gods in between.)

Then you shouldn't keep from her.

(Her lips twitch and she rests her chin on her hand.)

I tend to bite when I want to mark you. You would have to tell me if it felt nice.

Were she to invite me, I doubt I could resist.

[ Apparently he had been tempting fate, at least a little, because he blanches slightly when Daenerys mentions biting. His beautiful skin...! Then again, the way she says it, it does sound more enticing than it really has the right to. ]

And I would be sure to let you know how it felt, in as much detail as you'd like. You'd, ah, keep it discreet, though, certainly?

[ Dude's still gotta show his face in public afterwards. ]

She is inviting you. If she rejects you, tell her to speak with me.

(She can nibble without breaking the skin. A few bruises heal up just fine.)

How discreet do you want it? (Chests are nice... Shoulders too. Or maybe lower still?) Are you ashamed of me trying to possess you?

[ In what may be a bit of an unwarranted reaction, he twitches sharply at her last sentence. ]

Don't use that word.

Look, shall I stop by your place, and we can, ahem, discuss this in detail? Or... her place. Or whoever the hell it is we've been talking about.

[ He's already pulling on his coat. ]

(Oops? She blinks several times at the shift before realizing where she erred.)

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way.

(Daenerys nods and watches him, concerned.)

Please come. I've got wine and plenty of nice places to sit or rest.

[ His voice softens. It would be a lie to say that word choice hadn't sparked a brief, unpleasant flashback, but... ]

Yes, I suppose you didn't. I shall be there posthaste.

[ And, true to his word for once in his life, he is. Even allowing for travel time, it's not long at all before Daenerys' doorbell rings. Apparently Valmont's in a bit of a hurry to see her. Wonder why. ]

(The door isn't barring his way for long. Daenerys opens it and immediately reaches for his arm, tugging him inside.)

That would've been awkward if you ended up at someone else's doorstep.

(Okay so her attempt at levity is poor. But she offers him a glass of wine to make up for it?)

Give me a little credit. I'm capable of remembering an address.

[ He lets her pull him inside, though, ~~because he likes being manhandled,~~ and accepts the wine without complaint. ]

Ah, perfect. I believe you mentioned your house was furnished with places to sit as well?

[ Either he's not particularly bothered anymore by what happened earlier, or he's doing a good job of acting like it. ]

I'm only glad I'm the woman you sought.

(She motions towards a spacious seating area with a ridiculously comfortable sofa and a pair of oversized and well stuffed armchairs.)

Make yourself at home.

(But before he can do so, she kisses his cheek in apology.)

Right. Yes. Because we were talking about... [ Sigh. ] Bit of a mess, today, isn't it?

[ He takes a seat on the sofa, not without a familiar stab of jealousy at the elegance of Daenerys' house and its furnishings. Someday he'll be rich enough again to move out of his own apartment. Someday. ]

Ah...

[ His cheek tingles where she kisses it, and he can't quite suppress a smile in response. ]

I hope you didn't truly doubt whom I was referring to. I'm sure I've made it quite clear how I feel about spending time with you.

[ He likes it. A lot. ]

Are you alright? (Obviously...he isn't. Or maybe she perturbed him? Daenerys is somewhat relieved when she sees him smile. She leads the way to the sofa and sits down, resting her hands on her lap.)

No, I was teasing. (She flushes and smiles softly.) I like spending time with you, too, and I think we should do it more often.

(If he searches for Drogon, he will find the little dragon napping on a seat by a window.)

I would never hurt you.

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Nothing a little wine won't remedy.

[ All right, maybe he's still a little rattled from her word choice earlier. That's not a time in his life he likes to relive. But he's hardly going to raise a fuss over what was really nothing but a turn of phrase, and besides, he doesn't want to look weak in front of her. So he swirls his wine for the appropriate few seconds (one has to do these things properly), then sips it slowly, mentioning nothing further about the incident. ]

I quite agree. And I happen to find myself with a lot of free time lately.

[ He hopes that counts as a suave way of saying he doesn't have a job.

As to Drogon, Valmont has in fact been surreptitiously trying to scan the room for him, and he relaxes slightly to find him asleep. He's still not used to spending time around a dragon who doesn't despise his very being. And as to Daenerys' last remark... ]

...Thank you.

[ He doesn't thank people very often, and he's not quite sure how one goes about it. But at any rate, he sounds sincere. ]

This wine is a little sweet. I don't like any that is too sour.

(She won't probe him for details - she realizes what she was said was poorly worded. But she has done what she can to make her home feel safe and comfortable. She hopes it will help ease his mind.)

Then you should come here.

(Drogon is snoring - quietly - obviously in a deep sleep. Daenerys sips on her wine to hide the way her cheeks flush at Valmont's gratitude.)

You are one of the few who has seen me at my worst and my best. I wouldn't do anything to intentionally frighten you off. I value you and, frankly, I need you.

(As a friend and perhaps more. The emotions she feels are complicated.)

You... need me?

[ How long has it been since someone's said that to him? He doesn't recall the last time anyone needed him except to carry out their schemes or sign their paychecks. There's a painful squeeze around the area of his heart. ]

Look, I... emotionality has never been my strong suit, I'm afraid. But I hope you have no doubt that I feel entirely the same way about you.

[ He rests his free hand on the couch between them. An invitation, if she wishes to take it. ]

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