The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons.

That's their game,

their rules.

pay their debts.

by their proper titles.

His squire, from the king's own skin.

If another house can seize one of our own

Besides, it is a poor wine merchant who would drink up his own wares.

and pick their teeth with his bones.

and dragging frightened children from their beds.

You condemn yourself with your own mouth, Lord Stark.

Tell your men to lay down their swords.

I will not have their blood on my hands.

[Speaks Dothraki] *vazzafrok yal mori...* ...take their children as slaves...

[Speaks Dothraki] *Anha aqorisok chiories mori...* - I will rape their women... - [Cheering]

[Speaks Dothraki] *-...ma vohharak okrenegwin mori.* - ...and tear down their stone houses. - [Cheering]

A piece of paper?

Not worthy of a princess.

I pushed him away and he said he'd have my hands cut off for stealing their silver.

[Speaks Dothraki] *...ma afichak vojjor samva Vaesaan Dothrak.* ...and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak.