Better fixated than not. Without a focus, who knows what horrors could happen. Especially when she goes and says that, Viserys' fixation snapping to her immediately, lilac eyes and the thin line of his lips reading hot. The sort of heated look that once had never really existed and then grew unfortunately common. Now, it can mean nothing. Not what it did once upon a time. His sister never had a dragon to her back to keep him line outside of her dreams. Back in those days. In that time when she, his sweet sister, would have given him just about anything.

For now, with dark scales and the consequence of dragonfire to match the strangely confident way she carries herself, Viserys' hands will be stayed. He isn't soaked with alcohol, he isn't in the land of his ancestors. He may be uncomfortably within her space, but that is all.

"Do you sit upon our father's throne, sister?"

He isn't going to be able to pretend, now, that he does not know his fate. Time to find out what really matters.