“Arianne gave him her most seductive smile. "We might share a bed together."
Ser Daemon's face was stone. "Have you forgotten, princess? I am bastard born." He took her hand in his. "If I am unworthy of this hand, how can I be worthy of your cunt?"
She snatched her hand away.  "You deserve a slap for that."       
"My face is yours. Do what you will.”