"Dulcet tones?" She chuckles, amused versus alarmed by his coined phrase. "Were you a poet in your past life, my lord?"

Crouching down, she wipes the piece of silver in the dirt. Any remnants of blood on it are brushed away before she slips the sliver back into its place.

"You're not a creature," she sharply says. Of course it was strange to fathom that he sensed blood, that his eyes could shift, and that his teeth were... well, she hadn't seen how they were altered and never noticed anything different about them. It would be silly to demand he open his mouth for her inspection, so she gestures instead for him to follow her. "We do what we must to protect those under our care."

She doesn't mention Drogo or Rhaego... not even her dragons.