Khal Drogo. Daemon and Laena met many Dothraki in their travels, soared over to visit their great market city. He imagines one of his aunts or his daughters sold to them, and it rankles him a bit, but he says nothing. He doesn't dislike them — they are traditionalists, dug deep into their culture, and he respects it — but a Targaryen is a Targaryen.

"I also had a brother called Viserys," he muses. "And a son."

Damn, he really shouldn't be on about any of that.

"Zaldrizes for dragon, zokla for wolf." He looks at Jon. "Tresy for son, or nephew. Kepa for father, grandfather, and uncle. The words change for tenses or how they're used, but indication of who's who is made through context. We don't differentiate so much, linguistically."

A lopsided smile at that.

"There's not always a reason to, anyway."

We've got incest jokes.