Well. [Koby’s eyes flicker up to Aegon’s hair, quirking an eyebrow. It’s a pretty distinctive hair color, you know.] A bit, yes. I can see Alicent in you, though.

[There’s a note of curiosity there, and Koby moving closer, leaning in, frowning a little.] Yes. Definitely. I see her. You’re lucky, you know. [Whether he means to have Alicent’s appearance or something else entirely, he doesn’t elaborate. Instead:]

What sort of drink do you want? They had pickle juice and ale and something with little jellies inside it, so I’ll need a little more direction, I’m afraid. Your grace.