Careful, little dragon. Keep looking at me like that, and I might begin to believe you enjoy my company more than you care to admit. You claim to despise me, yet here you are, spending your afternoons crossing swords with me. Tell me, Princess, is it truly my defeat you seek, or merely an excuse to have me close? Because I must confess, I find myself looking forward to these little encounters far more than I should. Though I would sooner face your brother Aemond's wrath than allow you the satisfaction of knowing just how much you distract me.