"Whiskey," she repeats, ignoring the comment about sucking dicks, as well as that smirk. They were dead; they'd be sucking nothing, now. "It's meant to taste that way?"

She watches the ring, the new match about to unravel. Something distant enters her eyes. It's near impossible to not compare this to Meereen. Even if she sits not on a dais, but nearer to the combatants. Half expecting to find a master commanding those awaiting battle, she instead finds a more relaxed atmosphere. Camaraderie amidst some of the Wyver citizens.

"Did you fight like this as well in your world? Even against a lion?"