She does something else

Daenerys walks over and plants one bare foot on your face.

"We should make him our ****," she suggests to Sansa. "He's our prisoner now, and we need to punish him."

Sansa smiles.

"I like your idea. But how do we get him to agree?"

Daenerys smiles and takes her foot off you.

"We **** him, of course."