[Daenerys smiles at Kylo Ren's zeal, but the smile is short lived. She finishes what is in her cup before pushing it away to instead lean on her folded arms.]

It is a pity that we all seem incapable of assisting one another with those sorts of problems. I certainly would not mind some additional might to take the Iron Throne, in exchange for eradicating whatever ghost plagues you.

[Not that she would need the help. Not with three dragons at her disposal. But it was a nice thought anyway. At least she could likely count on Kylo Ren to lend her some aid, unlike another black-haired man she could name.

Yes. Still mad about Jon Snow and the North.]