The key here, Daemon had decided, was not to pressure the girl, not to outright shock her with the raunchier side of physical intimacies, which required a patience he wasn't sure he possessed. But he did want his wife to like being married to him, because being saddled with a woman who despised his entrails wasn't going to last very long. Take his bastard father's marriage, for example.

"Glad to hear it." He winked at her over his ale tankard, and took a healthy swallow. "So tell me, what have you and the other ladies planned for our wedding? I'm content with just standing about looking decorative, so I'll absolutely leave all of the little things to you women, because the gods know if we tried to handle things, it'd end up a righteous mess and nothing would get done."