[Kylo Ren's brow furrows predictably when Daenerys refuses him. He leans a little closer, eyes darting backward to watch as Drogon sets his sights on the other offender.]

I was under the impression we were not to interfere on such a scale. It will be swift, painless, and work in Ophelia's favor.

[He's not mad, necessarily. Disappointed, and perhaps a little offended that she does not appear to trust his methods. It was not as if dragons were roaming the skies. He had not even heard of a dragon, before here. If it was the same for these people...]

They might speak of the dragon. They will also speak of you.

[And, maybe him.]