“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.” A Song Of Ice And FireAsoiafDorneThe Winds Of WinterArianne MartellTwowDoran MartellDaemon Sand Book:The Winds of Winter Source: The Winds of Winter