"You're overdressed for the weather, though it is to be expected for one hailing from the North," she teases, watching his whole display with an air of amusement. That is not a chair, Jon Snow, but he is weary, and she is much more curious about the man himself than his habits. He could sit on the lap of King Narciso himself, and she wouldn't say a word.

"Those who rule this place seem to be quite taken with Westeros." The entire time, she is pacing around him, doing very little to hide her interest — in his skills, that is. "Tell me," she begins, keeping her tone pleasant and even. "What are your thoughts on the idea of a woman on the Iron Throne? Honesty is key, I've had my fill of the fae whispering untruths into my ear all evening."

But she is judging his response even now.