[That makes him chuckle once, one of the few times he’s shown any amusement since he knocked on her door, and take a pull of his beer, and give his head a small shake. He says only,]
You’re not my sister.
[In some ways, more infuriating than the one he has. In others... well, he knows people think there aren’t many ladies fairer than his sister, but knowing other people think a woman is fair and thinking it himself are two different things, and the way Daenerys struck him at their first meeting — he’s glad she’s not his sister.
Still, it’s not strange for a queen to be fair, and it doesn’t matter whether or not he thinks she is. At the very least, though she may be stubborn, she isn’t false. Not so far. That means more just now than a pretty face.]
Long — fangs?
Did you eat any of it? How long did it take for them to go back to the way they were? [His gaze snaps back to the brush around them, and he peers into it.] — Do these creatures have long fangs?
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You’re not my sister.
[In some ways, more infuriating than the one he has. In others... well, he knows people think there aren’t many ladies fairer than his sister, but knowing other people think a woman is fair and thinking it himself are two different things, and the way Daenerys struck him at their first meeting — he’s glad she’s not his sister.
Still, it’s not strange for a queen to be fair, and it doesn’t matter whether or not he thinks she is. At the very least, though she may be stubborn, she isn’t false. Not so far. That means more just now than a pretty face.]
Long — fangs?
Did you eat any of it? How long did it take for them to go back to the way they were? [His gaze snaps back to the brush around them, and he peers into it.] — Do these creatures have long fangs?