He wants to fuck her.

"No," he said out of breath, then slapped his hand down on the table leaving more coins there. "not in your mouth."

He pushed himself back under his robes which did nothing to hide his erection, and then looked around. Finding what he was looking for her grabbed her by the arm once again lifting her off knees. He practically dragged her towards an empty seat nestled in a small alcove near the hearth, past one of the large tables one of her look-alikes was dancing on.

He nearly threw himself into the seat, sliding down it, and reached into his pants once again and pulled out his still hard cock.

Daenerys glanced over her shoulder, two guards by the door, the Lady of the houses still glancing at her from time to time.

"Strip," the Harpy said, regaining Daenerys' attention. She looked at him for a moment as he stroked his cock, she was still gasping, her breath coming in long heaves, her face still felt red and flush, her heart still racing and the taste of him was still on her tongue. She stared at his cock. She could feel the Lady of the House’s eyes on her.