Now that did make Tyrion brighten, because that would be the best time to see if the Mother of Dragons was in fact, worthy of his counsel, and everything he had sacrificed to get to her.

Then Bran mentioned the dragon, and he stared at the boy's back again for a moment, before he moved faster than most would think possible, "A dragon? Here? She has it here with her?"

He is so caught up with his childhood dream that he paused for a moment - then snorted softly. "Yes, I'd rather not have Summer ripping out my throat either. How would I be able to drink without it?"