Arthur's smile is lopsided, and about her inquiry, not flexibility. He doesn't answer right away, though there's no sense that he's truly hesitating - just rolling around options for how to explain. Daenerys can't know how just how inexperienced he is when it comes to discussing the finer points of the bizarre turn his life's taken.

"I do choose to use it sparingly," he admits, fingers curled around the flat of his foot, leg extended, chest against his knee. (Oof.) "What am I going to do with it day to day? Finely slice cheese? It's overkill for nearly everything, and I don't like relying on anything besides myself. Things like that will never be foolproof."

A pause for straightening the spine, exhaling.

"But no, I've not always had it."