[She's being difficult for the sake of it. Daemon does not think he, at any point, made a mistake-- he has always played the hand he was dealt as well as he could be expected to, given his blood and his needs and the information available at the time. But he can understand why he thought she wasn't ready.]
[He knows better, now. He uses his relative size to loom, his arms on either side of her head. He bends down to meet her in a pushup, taking her lip between her teeth for a nip that is a little more than playful.] I don't believe you.
[He can also understand why he never had the patience to romance maidens, and instead bought their time, but this is enticing for its novelty. He turns his head to the side to whisper in her ear.] Of course not. Who would want to marry a murderer?
[He pushes her body close to hers, putting his weight on her, his lean strength. He breathes in her ear. He lets her reckon with the shape of his body, naked against her rough dress.]
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[He knows better, now. He uses his relative size to loom, his arms on either side of her head. He bends down to meet her in a pushup, taking her lip between her teeth for a nip that is a little more than playful.] I don't believe you.
[He can also understand why he never had the patience to romance maidens, and instead bought their time, but this is enticing for its novelty. He turns his head to the side to whisper in her ear.] Of course not. Who would want to marry a murderer?
[He pushes her body close to hers, putting his weight on her, his lean strength. He breathes in her ear. He lets her reckon with the shape of his body, naked against her rough dress.]