Drogo took the bait. He got into Jorah's face and shouted his reply. "This is not Westeros, outlander! I make the law! I hear whispers that the khaleesi lets her eyes linger on another ad they should lounger upon me!"

He glared down at the other man. "You are quick to defend her. Could you be the perpetrator? Are you the one fucking my wife?" Drogo demanded, bringing his curved blade up to Jorah's throat.