[ For his wishes, he only gets a tight smile, a flash of anger in her gaze. However invested ALASTAIR might try to trick her into becoming, a dragon is no slave. Her memory is long-reaching. ]

Thank you. I--will remember that now, I should think. [ She ducks her head to reexamine the crystal, a small furrow appearing between her brows. ] We have nothing like this in my home, and so I must learn to use it and its new commands.

[ Her gaze flickers back to him. ] You are well-met, Stiles. [ A curious look. What a simple name. ] My name is Daenerys Stormborn.