The kiss on his cheek had been a nice surprise, but his eyebrow went up when she started talking about forks. Daemon sat back in his chair, booted foot propped on the opposite knee, tankard in hand.

"Practice? With forks?" He couldn't help it, he had to laugh. "I appreciate the offer, my lovely, but I think I'll skip gentleman training. It's either one fork, a dagger, or my fingers, and I can manage. I think my table manners, or lack thereof, will be the least thing everyone will be gossiping about."

The kitchen staff then came in and served both the King and his betrothed, discreetly withdrawing afterwards, and Daemon took the moment to add, "But we can practice...other things, maybe. Between here and there."