[ Oh, Eoghan was certain Aemond liked to think that, but he thinks the other man is quite expressive. At least, if one knows where to look. Luckily for them both, Eoghan was the son of a teryn and learning how to read people had been a skill he picked up young. Wielding it against Aemond is like a test, and from the way the dragonrider reacted, Eoghan seemed to be passing. ]

Look closer, Aemond. There are wars being waged all around us. [ There's a playfulness in his tone, even as he holds Aemond's intense gaze unfalteringly. ] But the prey I'm hunting requires a subtler touch, I think.

[ Eoghan squeezes back as he returns his attention to his partner with a grin. ] And yet they never learn, do they? [ His voice is just as dismissive, but with an air of flippancy to balm the harshness in Aemond's, though it turns teasing and curious as his attention is fixed on the other man again. ] Do you suppose I'm also reaching too high?