[ And what if my intuition tells me there is nothing I can trust? The way he speaks of them all as mortals is not lost on her, but though she doesn't find it particularly endearing, it has little other impact in the face of his otherwise theatrical presentation. In Essos, or even in Westeros, he might have made for a good mummer.

As it is, here she is interviewing a self-proclaimed god of lies for the truth. It's all so absurd, she almost laughs. ]

Then the faceless man who speaks through trinkets told me true. Or is that another lie for your book? [ The query is accompanied by a toss of her head. ] I am only a young girl who knows little of trickery, [ a lie, ] so you must tell me if I understand. We are forced to protect the fates of worlds woven by unseen gods in an unseen room?

[ There comes the sound of rustling across the kitchen as Drogon takes off, startling a small avalanche of bacon sandwiches onto the counter. ] You have made a mess for our captors, [ she scolds, holding out an arm as his wings beat lazily toward her. ]