She keeps her eyes off his bared body, handsome as he is. More like Aemond, then Aegon. Fearsome, direct. A warrior then, and sure of himself too. The kind she knew better, from the look of it, that did his own work in the field. King-Consort indeed.

Her way remains direct, but polite, enough to look at him directly with her brows lifted.

"Living in town has its own complications. One I would rather do without, given their... moods, at times." The path along the river is a quiet one, at least. "Thankfully, I was raised sensibly, to take care of my own, so I can have a good living for myself." Perish being the sort of Queen who can't do one sensible thing like make their own food or sew their own garments. "Which means I can keep at least a moderately charming hovel, for instance, than an completely awful hovel."