Oh, yes. Quite a bit really.

His mother gave a queenly sigh. "Joffrey, we are in a dangerous position at the moment," she stated. "Renly and Stannis are powerful men, and if they seek to dethrone you, they may succeed. And with that fool Lord Stark gone--Gods alone know what his son will do! We must shore up our strengths! I've sent word to Father to ready his men... and Jaime... your uncle is a great warrior but even so..." She brought a hand to her son's face. "We must go back to King's Landing, dear! Don't you see? You need those sturdy walls to protect you!"

Joffrey frowned. "But, Mother, I'm the King! And a man grown! I have to lead men into battles! It's what Father did!"

"And he'll... be happy to protect you from the heavens," said his mother hurriedly. She leaned forward, and embraced him. "But you must understand, dear, that I'm doing all this for you!"

Joffrey fidgeted nervously in his mother's arms. As much as he enjoyed her hugs, there was an aspect of them that felt... dismissive, as if she would never view him as a real man.

Also, the erection he'd gotten watching the Stark sisters was still very much present, and indeed, returning with a vengeance, and he was hoping she wouldn't notice that.