"Both. I can tell there are bruises, but your blood sings to me in more dulcet tones than the silver screams." She's asking, and he will answer. If she truly wishes his company here, than he can do no less than to give her the full truth of himself. Of what he is.

Jon, though, had made mention of his lady love to Vlad before, and they had both come to an accord to have her best interests at heart. Vlad sensed the younger man felt somewhat jealous of him, which was ridiculous. Fierce and lovely though Daenerys was, she was her own woman. She went where she chose.

"Mm, yes. And teeth, among other things. My... abilities are somewhat dampened here. Different. Muted of a sort, but I am still the creature I was back in my world."