"My father always said that a man must do two things: fight and protect his family. I suppose the same is true of rulers. You must have a lot of strength to command people no matter who you are." He could see that strength in Dany. Were he the type at all to follow instead of ruling under his own power, he could see himself following this woman. "It was good you came today. Sometimes, I need a reminder that I'm not broken, no matter what everyone else may think." Ivar didn't often thank people, so this was a rare occurrence.

Ivar runs a finger under Viserion's chin. The dragon wrinkles up his eyes in a pleasurable look. "Sounds like my brother Sigurd. If only I could replace him with a dragon." Ivar looks a bit wry at the thought. Sigurd was a bitter, cruel, and stupid individual. There was no lost love between him and Ivar. Sometimes, Ivar dearly wished he could just kill him and be done with it.

He tosses the meat up high to the little dragon. When he chars the meat and then snaps it up with sharp teeth, he's suitably impressed. "How big do they grow?" He couldn't imagine it was just going to stay the size of a big parrot forever.