After their bath, Viserys drags Doreah by her hair through the camp and into Daenerys’ tent.
Viserys Targaryen: You send this whore to give me commands? I should have sent you back her head!
Doreah: Forgive me, Khaleesi. I did as you asked.
Daenerys Targaryen: Hush now. It’s all right. Irri, take her and leave us.
Irri: Yes, Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: Why did you hit her?!
Viserys Targaryen: How many times do I have to tell you? You do not command me.
Daenerys Targaryen: I wasn’t commanding you. I just wanted to invite you to supper.
Viserys Targaryen: What’s this?
Daenerys Targaryen: It’s a gift. I had it made for you.
Viserys Targaryen: Dothraki rags? Are you going to dress me now?
Daenerys Targaryen: Please.
Viserys Targaryen: This stinks of manure. All of it.
Daenerys Targaryen: Stop – stop it.
Viserys Targaryen: You would turn me into one of them, wouldn’t you? Next you’ll want to braid my hair.
Daenerys Targaryen: You’ve no right to a braid. You’ve won no victories yet.
Viserys Targaryen: You do not talk back to me!
Viserys hit Daenerys, as he mounts her to keep hitting her, she fends him off with a chain.
Viserys Targaryen: You are a horselord’s slut. And now you’ve woken the dragon…
Daenerys Targaryen: I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki! I am the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands.