The lovers and kinks were enough. He was suggestive and sardonic, had a penchant for almost-cruel teasing online. Although he had been nice enough to her, she supposed. He had never turned an unkind word her way, or a scathing comment. And he was so pretty...
Margaery blinked at the touch to her arm, her frown deepening. What had she been thinking of? Before Byron, before... The time. She needed to get back to her trailer. But had she gotten it wrong? If she had looked at the time wrong, it was only nearing eleven.
She didn't bat the cool fingers away from her chin, or otherwise pull away when he turned her head back to look up at him. He really did have the most lovely eyes, so blue even in the dark. In the end, Margo nodded – her head felt a little like it was filled with static, soft and lulling. "Yes... you'll walk with me?"