It was rather annoying to me that the male seemed to think himself amusing. Not only that but Daenery's deigned to give him a grin, as if his words were entertaining. Mould-Back. The name didn't upset me but it did prick of annoyance. Thus is why I spat back at him, my temper flaring for a moment. This kid was going to make everything I had done pointless if he kept speaking and acting out. For a moment I thought I was wrong. Likely he wasn't strong or tough, maybe he was just annoying enough to escape the clutch of whatever misfortune had occurred to him. Maybe whoever had assaulted him prior had been disgusted at his taste and left him alive, a rotting, walking corpse. The picture sticks in my head and when Dany turns back to our 'guest' I offer a sort of snide grin. Not one of my finer moments, clearly. "Already did, Ty."

When Daenery's turns back to me to offer praise I merely nod although there is a flare of approval in my eyes, a certain pride. Once, long ago, my mother had lived beneath the paw of Daenery's as her Spider. Whatever had happened between them was their business but I found that she was a keen leader. It also helped taht her son was among my small set of friends. Now as for Rhaegal... well, sometimes bloodlines miss, you know. I can see the moment Tychon gives in to the demands. He is not pleased by it, which pleases me in some weird way, and my lips twitch into a mocking smile until Daenery's assigns me as his guard. HIS GUARD.

Then my face falls into a less than impassive mask. One in which by the scrunching of my eyes it can be deduced was I was not happy about this arrangement. Still, I had brought him here, so I suppose he was my burden. Dany addresses me and I turn my full attention to her. "It shall be done," I say formally before glancing at Tychon, ears falling back at his devilish grin and his rude words. "Oh shut up. You will get free food, rest, and some company. Clearly you don't know proper etiquette, but don't worry, I can teach you." There is a slight warning, maybe an implied threat, in my voice as I look at him once more.

I was pretty sure this was going to be the most hellish week of my life. Why couldn't I have just chosen some weak little girl? "Come on," I said, stepping around Daenery's and ordering Tychon with a firm voice, knowing how annoyed he would likely be at my demands. "You are in no shape to run and I won't be pleasant if I have to chase you down." As opposed, of course, to our pleasant fighting earlier.