[ he awaits for the moment where Daenerys spits fire in his direction. he practically has it coming. often does he give her appropriate criticism and advice, but she never takes it well when he singles out a specific trait of her personality. Jorah is the last person to ever dare try to dull or change her in anyway. he admires her spirit and wants nothing more than for everyone else to witness it. he just implores her to have constant control over it.

with great power comes great responsibility, yadda yadda yadda.

she can hear a hitch in his throat when she calls him out on it in a different way altogether, however. he has to run the words through his heads multiple times, asking himself if he could have misheard her in any way, shape or form. bond with me. it bounces around in his head for longer than deemed comfortable, and she may be concerned that he has disconnected the call before giving her an answer. his heart is suddenly pounding a last faster than he could have ever prepared for, and Jorah is certainly pacing back and forth in his room as he tries to muster up a response.

finally, after an impossibly long period of silence: ]

This idea is the antithesis of literally everything I have just said to you, Daenerys. [ so many mistakes. so many misinterpretations. bonding is almost parallel to that of a marriage, though he understands they can be platonic. the idea that this is exactly that stings more than he likes to admit. ] ... But if you insist. It does have its... benefits.