Daemon mostly wants something to listen to while he feels her up. She's playing the part of the amused courtier, and he certainly won't stop her. Willing, eager participants are always interesting, especially with that extra tug-- they both know it's a bit of playacting, but they're both benefiting just as well.

His hand slides up to her breast. His mouth finds her sweaty neck, and he sucks skin. "Did you make only fine dresses?" The aphrodisiacs are having an effect. "Or scandalous underthings."