It's a balance. Honesty and provocation. She thinks she can see in his face, and his current show of restraint, dragon besides, that he sees that she is a different Daenerys. She isn't certain she could be that Daenerys if she wanted to be. If she tried.

"No," she says, a touch serene. "But I will. Before coming here, I last recall sailing west, with my dragons in the sky, and my ships of the Iron Islands and the Meereenese navy in the water. They carry the khalasars, and the Unsullied, and freedmen of Slaver's Bay, all beneath Targaryen flags."

It hasn't been an idle four years.

And it isn't pain she wishes to cause in him so much as that he would know who she is and, perhaps, behave, and an introduction to at least acknowledge the new world order.