What are you usually, then?

( Now, she's curious. The son of a king, she knows all too well, can be merely a man. Viserys had shown that to her. As had Rhaegar, if anything she's heard of him is true.

She sits straighter, considering his words. )

I've never attempted it. But yes, and there is an entire company of them still in my service. They maintain my interests abroad while I save my kingdom.

Or so I was attempting to do before arriving here.

A valuable skill in war, but what about peacetime?

( Viserys had claimed the same about Rhaegar. Ser Barristan had said something much different. She supposes it all depends upon whether or not this man has tried anything else. )

I wonder what that might be; as I can surmise you're inferring more than simply an amount of coin to divide among your men.

For Vikings, or for people, would you say? For a time, I lived among the Dothraki; horse lords. Once, they'd united together beneath one banner and laid waste to so much of Essos that the cities still offered them tribute whenever a khalasar approached. But once there was nothing left to conquer, the khalasars went their separate ways.

No longer a single herd. They fought and squabbled amongst one-another and squandered what greatness they had among weak, stupid leaders. I can understand why your people are the way they are, but by the same token, at some point people have to live.

( She's not really lecturing him at all; she, herself is a conqueror. But as she's recently seen, sometimes there are much more important things in life. )

So long as your people and theirs work together in such an arrangement, there would seem an element of sense to it. The leader of my mercenary company was left for all intents and purposes a king in his own right.

I wonder, what is your price?

Indeed. Their leader must have a mount worthy of their status among them, and I lead them all. A pity that my dragons were kept apart from me by whomever operates the gate here.

( She gives him a long, measured look and finally inclines her head. )

Good. Do you trust those who've brought us here?

Two, but they didn't arrive with me. I was aboard a ship that morning.

( She pauses, and then amends, steel and resolve tightly wound in her voice: ) I will see them returned to me.

So we are needed in this city that the natives haven't left, for some reason or other. With all that territory out there, uninhabited. There is something more than a little strange about that.

( Her desire to hold loyalty only to Jon and to herself has been justified; good. )

Best they do; no other would be able to keep them in check. Ah, yes. The black one at the feast? I saw him, too. My Drogon is black, too, but much larger.

( That is to say that merely looking at Toothless puts her own dragon to mind. She'll never admit it, but it brings pain as much as joy to see one in this world and have it not be her own. )

So our purpose here is to do that which the natives seem either unwilling or unable to do. I'm not interested in that. Are you?

( She wants her own territory, to have her own purpose. Not to have both decided for her. )

If you have a wish to die, by all means keep calling me that.

( What a churl. )

Thank you for letting me know that you're not worth my time. That title has already been tested —twice. Threaten me again, and it will be you tied to the pyre as I walk into the flames.

( She has nothing left to say, bored with the D- threats. The screen goes black. )