Because I couldn't get in without a costume. [A little huffily, crossing his lacy arms and sending the carefully-folded sleeves tumbling back into the dust. Koby ignores it for the moment, trying to slip back into his friendly, helpful, positive persona without much success. This has to be a relative of Aemond; he's annoying enough.]

I don't know where the drinks are. Your grace. [A beat, then he decides to put his cards on the table:] You're Aegon Targaryen, then? Alicent's son? I thought you might be, you look like your brother.

[And the aura, the energy is the same.]