He hissed, tossing his head back. If there was one thing Thomas did not want of Elia Martell, it was for her to be a good girl. He'd rather she be a wanton desert temptress, come to seduce away anything and everything sensible about him.
Still, to let her play the game might prove rewarding--perhaps he would be rash to discourage her attempts at being good. Besides, if she was unable to do so, wouldn't that mean he'd get to punish her?
He laughed heartily at the thought, groaning a little more loudly than he would normally having sex with a woman. She deserved to see just how she affected him, just how much of a damned minx the woman was.
"I think you'd fail miserably at being a good river-girl, but I entreat you to try."