[ Funny, to think they both view that night as much simpler than much else they've faced. At another time, in another place, a memory like theirs would have remained at the forefront of his mind.

At this realization, he is at last able to present her with a true, if muted, smile — two fold: for the irony, and for her graciousness. The hard lines around his eyes blur out, just a bit. ]

And the Dragon Queen. Aye... rooming with he who saw my home burned to cinders after growing up there beside me... I fear I've complicated the lives of many in my unbridled anger, yourself included.

You have made great efforts to soothe the fury this night, and do not doubt my gratitude. But I would not entangle you further into this bloody business, Your Grace.

I would, however, speak of winter with you, should you wish it.