That unbending faith of his was the sort of thing to get a girl into trouble. It gave a person ideas the likes of which would end in trouble in this place, she thinks. Ruling as a queen for people she knows little about? True, the same occurred in Essos, and she'd garnered her armies, raised her dragons, and collected allies... but this world... it's not Westeros. She has no knights, here!

That amusement in her smile twists into a knowing smirk. With no need to proffer a reminder of his encounter with Drogon, Dany instead contents herself with the easiness of being near him. Like a string pulled taut, so too does she feel; it's only now that the string slackens just a bit, as does her chest, allowing her a breath.

Maybe she would tell him of the day she met a young man who had stolen one of Drogon's teeth back in Essos.

Perhaps another time, when their foreheads are not pressed together. Breaths shared, she allows her palm to slip down along his throat, settling on his shoulder. She offers him his dragon figurine.

"It means wolf in High Valyrian." Seems a fitting nickname for him. "You've yourself a wolf pack, now."