"What if Captain Groleo refuses to change course, though?

And Arstan, Strong Belwas, what will they do?" Ser Jorah stood.

"Perhaps it's time you found that out." "Yes," she decided.

"I'll do it!" Dany threw back the coverlets and hopped from the bunk.

"I'll see the captain at once, command him to set course for Astapor." She bent over her chest, threw open the lid, and seized the first garment to hand, a pair of loose sandsilk trousers.

"Hand me my medallion belt," she commanded Jorah as she pulled the sandsilk up over her hips.

"And my vest-" she started to say, turning.

Ser Jorah slid his arms around her.

"Oh," was all Dany had time to say as he pulled her close and pressed his lips down on hers.

He smelled of sweat and salt and leather, and the iron studs on his jerkin dug into her naked breasts as he crushed her hard against him.