[Holy... Oh, it's been far too long since he's seriously considered addressing titles of such LENGTH. She's royalty though, and former habit has him bowing his head before fixing her with a brief grin that's quick to fold neutral]

My apologies, Your Grace. Drogon. [Stop. Don't apologize to the dragon as well...] You will forgive me I hope? It is truly remarkable the way this city pulls from every crevasse of reality, non? I wonder if my kind even exist in your home? [Surely there are nations-- but nations that are those on Earth? Questionable.]