"I can perhaps only teach that which I have read and come to learn during my life, Khaleesi. I still have a long road ahead of me in my pursuit of knowledge."

That much is true: he himself knows how long he's been alive, which is at present three years, seven months and two weeks old. If the age of his grandfather is taken into account, he should live for a couple of centuries, and then some.

He does not stir as she approaches, but he is quick to say, "I do not mind in the slightest if you take a closer look."

It is only how Drogon seems to be seemingly appraising him, sensing and smelling him that he finds rather amusing. These dragonets are rather handsome indeed, and they seem to be rather bright young ones as well. He meets those red eyes with his own blue gaze, and speaks to Drogon directly:

"Young one, I will never mean to harm you. Any of you. You are of my kind, after all, and dragons should always help out their fellows."

Or at least, he hoped the young one would understand. So far they have not spoken, and from what he understood from the Khaleesi, she has not been able to directly communicate with them as she has with himself, even after they had hatched. Curious, but dragons from another world working in a different sense than he himself was an interesting sort of concept.