He figures that Daenerys's dragons must have recognized something in him, something that told them of the connection that used to exist between his ancestors and the dragons, and that was why they'd tolerated him. He wonders if there were dragons in this place, if they too would recognize whatever it is about him.

"I don't know that pets is the right word for them. Not in the same way as chickens, at least." He wouldn't call those pets either, but at least he grew up with those underfoot.

"I've been told that I may be able to find a place at the inn, but I haven't been there yet."