I see. [ No, she doesn't, not entirely. But he has his secrets, and she has hers. Dany, at least, has enough sense to leave it alone. And perhaps try again at a later date. ] So they wish for your head as opposed to allying themselves with you? Seems a rather foolish thing to do on their parts.

[ Perhaps a little prying... ]

I'm unfamiliar with what a flamethrower is. I mean fire. A funeral pyre, dragon fire, even the flames of a large brazier. I burn my enemies, Arthur. Perzys ānogār, [ she murmurs in the purr of High Valyrian. ] Fire and blood.

[ But her House's motto would do her well only up to a point here. She would need to learn the ways of battle, and his offer to... 'get her up to speed on knives' would be most useful. It's why she stops short, reaching for his wrist to catch his attention. ]

Thank you. [ Two simple words, but she says them wholeheartedly. ] I have a knife and an arakh. Shall we start with those now?