[Viserys is no knight, nor anywhere close to one. His experience with a sword is keeping a hold of its hilt, no matter how ridiculous it looks, and carrying one when he's not supposed to. His experience in combat is nonexistent. What violence he knows is that which he's used against his sister and the lies (not lies, but delusions he must live in or risk proving the talk of Targaryen madness true) that have been spread about his family. He can spit words, cruel words, but when it comes to defending himself or others?
Isn't that a joke.
But still, he can't afford to look as weak as he is, nor come across as frightened. Unfortunately, Jorah knows him better than he'd like him to (and, perhaps, he knows Jorah better than Jorah would like him to, though it's more related to a certain thing than him as a person overall), and so he can't argue on that point. What he can argue on, though:]
I do not care if the Usurper's spawn is known for cruelty or great wealth or keeping the smallfolk in fear or being full of love. [He hopes that sounds familiar. He's counting on it, actually.] I am not trained in any sort of a warrior's way, Ser Mormont, because I never had that chance. [Well...] I grew up in exile, fending for both my very young sister and myself in a fashion that would have surely made both my honorable father and brother very disappointed. To act as though I have no means to defend myself from a boy is far more insult than anything else. There are no men from Westeros who have a right to the Iron Throne. My sister seeks a truce; she is a right fool and has learned nothing.
They are all of them traitors and liars, and they will take any opportunity to carve a smile in her neck. Why would I run from a boy I could handle on my own into her embrace when she does this? She would make it as if we had truly been run through in our beds as children. What else is there, Ser Mormont? You and I together again? No horses, no Dothraki, just my sister to bind us together? Why, it would be as though we had never left!
[If Jorah can't have one Targaryen, does he want the other? Probably not, but he's not going to go that far. Not yet.]
http://i.imgur.com/F2HynYX.gif are you ready for this
Isn't that a joke.
But still, he can't afford to look as weak as he is, nor come across as frightened. Unfortunately, Jorah knows him better than he'd like him to (and, perhaps, he knows Jorah better than Jorah would like him to, though it's more related to a certain thing than him as a person overall), and so he can't argue on that point. What he can argue on, though:]
I do not care if the Usurper's spawn is known for cruelty or great wealth or keeping the smallfolk in fear or being full of love. [He hopes that sounds familiar. He's counting on it, actually.] I am not trained in any sort of a warrior's way, Ser Mormont, because I never had that chance. [Well...] I grew up in exile, fending for both my very young sister and myself in a fashion that would have surely made both my honorable father and brother very disappointed. To act as though I have no means to defend myself from a boy is far more insult than anything else. There are no men from Westeros who have a right to the Iron Throne. My sister seeks a truce; she is a right fool and has learned nothing.
They are all of them traitors and liars, and they will take any opportunity to carve a smile in her neck. Why would I run from a boy I could handle on my own into her embrace when she does this? She would make it as if we had truly been run through in our beds as children. What else is there, Ser Mormont? You and I together again? No horses, no Dothraki, just my sister to bind us together? Why, it would be as though we had never left!
[If Jorah can't have one Targaryen, does he want the other? Probably not, but he's not going to go that far. Not yet.]