Rhaegar gave her an uncertain smile when she began powdering him in compliments. He had never been the sort to take them very well. “Lady Greyjoy.” He replied in kind, giving her a look over. “I have heard much of your prowess in battle.”
"Thank you, my Lord." The corners of her lips curled up into a smirk. "… Just in battle?" She gave a small, exaggerated sigh. "I suppose that is a blessing and a curse, then." Asha kept his gaze. "Such haunting eyes, my Lord has. Sharp and intelligent, and warm. Women must fall at your feet, surely!"