Rather than explode all over the room, Daemon simply took a deep breath, never pausing in his work. Though his nostrils did flare with the effort to keep his temper, because really. "The Dothraki fuck right in the dirt," he told her casually. "In the middle of the entire clan, because why not? And you're not a maiden, you're a woman, and I'm going to treat you like one."

Daemon took Sansa's chin in a light grip, mouth tilted but eyes serious. "Those days of shame and embarrassment are over, Sansa. The old traditions are nothing but memories. This is my kingdom, and you are my wife. And I won't have you thinking that I hold any of those idiotic customs dear, because you'll quickly find that I don't."

He made her look down at him, never raising his voice or his gentle tone. "Understand? Good. Now, kiss me again."