If he's man enough to take it.

Cersei suddenly broke off the hug, blushing slightly. "So, Joffrey, do you understand now? I am doing this to protect you..."

Joffrey grabbed at her shoulder. "Mother, please! I have to show people that I can lead! I have to!"

His mother pulled away from him. "Joffrey, what is...? Let go!"

Joffrey held his grip, the fine fabric of the dress straining under his hand. "Mother, listen to me!" he cried.

"Joffrey!" shouted his mother, now frantically trying to get loose. "Joffrey, what has gotten into you? What has...?" And then there was a sudden loud tear. Joffrey found himself staring at the length of red and gold fabric in his hands. Lifting his gaze to his mother, he saw desperately attempting to shield her magnificent bosom from view with the tattered ruins of her dress. Seeing him stare at her, she sputtered angrily. "Joffrey... you... avert your eyes..." She gulped nervously. "By the Seven, I'm your mother!"

Joffrey stood there, stock-still, considering things.