Ah, there's that look. Familiar and home, he manages what no others have by giving her girlish glee over his softening. The ice melts around him just a bit, and she's rewarded with one of his smiles. "That may be the case, but your people still believe you to be their king."

She's studying the dragon further, tracing one of its horns with a finger. Give it some coloring, take away its horns, and she might be convinced it was a rendition of Drogon or Rhaegal... maybe even Viserion.

Before melancholy can overtake her, her mirth comes unbidden, a quiet giggle, followed by a sweet smile as he presses a kiss to her fingers. He makes her heart soar and hatchlings take flight in her stomach. Giddiness has long become a stranger, but its return is sweet in his presence. "Careful, you might hurt his feelings if he overhears such a thing."

The idea is utterly ridiculous, and she doesn't care. Considering him for a moment, Dany soon reaches up with her free hand, cupping his cheek. It seems only natural to press to the tips of her toes and kiss him.

"Well met, zokla."