Tending to each other in a most unsisterly fashion.

When he arrived at his tent, he was surprised to see the Starks still naked and playing with each other, their legs entangled, their hips pressed against each other. The pair ground against each other, groaning and grunting at their exertion. Joffrey watched them in silence, until at last the sisters screamed out their climaxes and were still. As they lay there, he gave a slight cough. "I have agreed to share custody of you with my mother," he said quietly. "So, why don't the pair of you get dressed and come with me?" The pair stared at him in embarrassment briefly, then disentangled themselves, and got to work getting into their clothes.

When they reached his mother's tent, he found she was in a heated discussion with his uncle. "...ride off in the middle of the night?" asked Ser Jaime.

"Father needs you now, Jaime!" said his mother. "And so does Joffrey! You have to hold off Highgarden for him, to keep the Iron Throne safe. These are his orders!"

Jaime noticed Joffrey entering and managed a rough bow. "Jo--Your Grace, is this true? Are you in truth behind these orders?" His mother looked at him significantly, leaning forward as she did so.

"Of course, I am," stated Joffrey, stepping to his mother's side. "Did the Queen Mother give you any reason to doubt this." He straightened himself. "We spoke of this, earlier this evening."

Jaime looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Very well then. I will go gather some men and head to the Golden Tooth immediately, Your Grace." With a glare back at his sister, Ser Jaime left the tent, shaking his head as he went.

Cersei smiled broadly at her son. "Oh, Joffrey, you handled that so well." She leaned forward and gave him a kiss. "With Jaime gone, you and I will have plenty of time for each other..."

Joffrey nodded. "Of course! Because otherwise, he'd insist on doing his Kingsguard duties, and that would risk discovery!"

Cersei stared at him for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. Yes. Exactly. Yes." She turned to regard the Stark sisters, who stood there, looking nervous. "So then, my son tells me he's been... taking good care of you."

Sansa nodded immediately. "Yes, Your Grace," she muttered. Arya said nothing, but managed a sullen nod.

Cersei smiled at that. "I see. Very good." She peered at the pair. "And have you been taking good care of him?"