( No, they really won't. She's never learned the proper styles of Westerosi dancing; but she's certainly spent years observing the lack of inhibition and attention to rhtyhm among the Dothraki dancers.

And these here are lacking in both. Comparatively, Dany feels much more confident. )

Were you still growing when you were first there? Your friends? ( She knows that struggle, truly. Her nose wrinkles, and she smiles at him. ) There's going to be further attempts. We had to worry where our next meal would come from often when I was a girl. Unless we were guests at some magister or lord or other's manse.

Neither of us are ever going to have to worry about that again.

( She moves to the beat of the drums, more gracefully than she'd have expected herself to. Over her shoulder, she grins at him. )

Would anything be cooked if I were watching you watching me? I never tire of looking at you.