If Daemon had not spent his whole life being pandered to, he might get the sense that he's being pandered to. As a prince, it just feels normal. Of course she isn't doing this out of the kindness of her heart. They're both adults, here. She wants something. He wants something, too. If she plays the game, they both... well, they don't both win. They get something.

Today, she gets mercy.

"I hate mess," he lies. But his feet are removed from her back; and he curls his hand toward himself, a beckoning gesture. "Come here. Let me see you."