The smile that Jon suddenly found pulling at his face was wider and more genuine than he could've expected. "You know, that sounds not half bad, the way you put it. Maybe better than that, even." It wasn't something he'd ever considered, really. Jon loved his siblings and was proud to be a Stark, even a bastard one. And truth be told, he all but idolized Lord Eddard. But a bastard he was and would always be, and the idea of no longer being "Ned Stark's bastard" and just being Jon? It was tempting.

"Yeah, a clean start doesn't sound bad at all," he told Daenerys wistfully. "And your version of it sounds a damn sight better than the one I'd get in the Night's Watch. Is there room for one thickheaded Northman in this special somewhere?" Once again, the words escaped and it wasn't until they were well on their way that he realized how they could be taken, depending on the ears they reached.