What a sad and thrilling waste of life. I hardly knew Ser Steffon Darklyn, and so I was free to watch Seasmoke fuck with him without much care for what might befall him. We’ve heard men call the dragons “gods” before, but, this week, men were reduced to their playthings — unwilling participants in fatal games of teasing. Yes, I’ll serve you. I’m such a sweet and lonely little dragon. I welcome you aboard, middle-aged man speaking remedial Valyrian flanked by dudes hoisting twigs in my face.