Elia tilted her head up to regard him speculatively, a princess of Dorne for all the fact she wanted to rip his clothes off and throw him on the bed. "Mmm, that depends entirely upon what you have heard, Riverlord," she said in a husky voice. "Perhaps our men share us more than we share them, in truth." Her hands slipped his leggings down a little and she let her fingers caress his cock for a moment. "What do you think is truth?"