The wine is for the khaleesi. It's not for the likes of you.

You know, there are many in your homeland that pray for your return, Princess.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Anha asshilak jin azh shafkea haji rekoon et shafka.* I make this gift to you for what you did.

see if he has any letters for me.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Lekhi ha khaleesisaan?* A taste for the Khaleesi?

You will drink.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Ador finaan khal nevasoe...che khaleesi.* A chair for a King to sit upon,

You honour me, ser.

If you ride to darkest Asshai, his assassins will follow you.

My lady, you are from Westeros.

Can you smell the fruit, ser?

He will never leave you alone.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres vo zigereo adoroon shiqethi.* The stallion who mounts the world has no need for iron chairs.

Go as far away as you can,

Can't you help me make him understand?

He will not have you either, Khaleesi.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Hash azisi?* Are you hurt?

Enjoy the market. I'll rejoin you soon enough.

Let me give you a cask. A... A gift.

Have patience, Khaleesi. We will go home, I promise you.