"There are different sorts of cunning, too. My Hand is better at politics than he is with warfare and strategy. He is no military man, but Jon is; his counsel served me better than Tyrion's. You are a little like me, then: I'm no politician, nor have I ever wished to be." Daenerys is a visionary in other ways; she's gained two armies by outwitting the Masters and the Dosh Khaleen, and having faith in herself. This conversation reminds her soundly of that fact.

Looking at Ivar now, it's impossible not to see a little of herself. She'd been as young not terribly long ago; and she's still as underestimated now as she'd been then. The need for respect, to demand it is a known thing to her. Something she understands better than a well-born man of her country would be. But this well-born man from another world can.

Dany watches on with a serene expression, mouth curving in a faint half-smile. "Viserion, for the brother I mentioned earlier. Viserys was weak and cruel and stupid; this dragon will be all my brother could and would not." At her waist is a bag of raw meat. Reaching down, she plucks a tender morsel from it and hands it to him.

"Toss it in the air and watch."