She'd never really played before. Certainly not like this, and never with a lover. There might've been some playful moments between she and Drogo, or even Daario, but there were other things to focus on. Responsibilities, duties. The same would undoubtedly arise for them here, as well, but it's so far from her mind as she claims him like this.

And soon he's having her smear the letters of her name, and she's looking up at him mock-reproachfully.

"You smudged the 'E'." So, encouraged by the rocking of his hips and his touches, she leans down between them to lick the E off his chest. The first swipe of her tongue is experimental along the puckered skin of his scar. Then, assuming he doesn't react poorly, she'll lick at the paint and his scar with surer flicks, her lips pressing sucking kisses as she laps the paint away.