Daenerys sighed softly at his gruff voice in her ear. Her violet eyes flashed as she looked up to him. "You will," she whispered playfully.

Jorys, no longer content to be amused by his father holding his mother so aloft, trotted up a bit and held his arms up to his father with a little pout. "Me too, Papa! Me too!!"

Daenerys smiled down at their son and looked to Jorah. "If you can handle it - I can probably lift him in my arms if you can lift us both."