She smiles and fills a goblet with wine, taking a sip of it before nodding approvingly and holding it out to him. If he thinks she was checking the taste, he'd be wrong; she was testing for poison, a move that would've been potentially harmful had the wine actually been tampered with. She tells herself that she's only doing it because it's better for her to fall than to be accused of orchestrating any trouble, but a part of her has also started to believe in him and in the possibility of them being more than married in name.

She pours herself a gobletful before he could comment on it, however, using the matter of his name as distraction. "Not Aegon, like all the kings who've come before you?" She's smirking even as she's asking the question, because she's pretty sure his answer is the same as to why she refuses to be called Cleopatra, like all the queens before her.