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“So, what exactly is this again?”
“It's a 1920s theme jazz party.”
“Right. So what exactly is it?”
“You’re still mad that I said you’d feel right at home there, aren’t you?”
“Why would I be mad that you implied that I’m over a hundred years old? Surely you wouldn’t be mad if I said you were a hundred years old?”
Daenerys sighed, she stopped and looked at Jorah to properly apologise, but then noticed him grinning like a cheshire cat. She crossed her arms, “You’re not mad, you’re excited!”
“It's a 1920s theme jazz party! Why wouldn’t I be excited? We are going to dance all night!”
Jorah took his hat off with one hand and took her hand in another. He gently kissed the back of her hand, and smiled, “My lady, would you do me the honour of joining me as I torture all the guests with my horrible singing voice?”
Jorah was a beautiful singer, but Daenerys smiled at his little joke anyway. “My lord, the guests shall be blessed with our presence tonight. Let us not make them wait any longer.”