He laughed along with her and led the rest of the way to the king's quarters, ushering Sansa inside and releasing her to close and bolt the door after. Then Daemon ambled over to the sideboard, pouring a healthy tankard of ale and taking a deep swallow before slouching down in a chair nearby.

"Well," he mused, swirling the liquid around in his glass, "here we are." Blue eyes found and appraised his new queen, speculative. "So. What now?" He wasn't, despite her expectations, going to just leap on her; nor was he going to demand her submit to him in the raised bed nearby.