Victarion looked across the various new figures, glancing at Sylas out of the edges of his vision with a grin. "Do not think it'll be the last babe I put in her either," He snorted with a chuckle as fingers reach out to dance across the carved figures before finally snatching up the one. The Dragon. He admired its detail than with wicked satisfaction before finally facing Sylas again.

"The Iron Islands still have balls. The real question is how big can they get..." He remarked cheekily with knowing, raised brows. "So, tell me, Greyjoy. How big are they? How are far are you willing to go for this little scheme of yours." Slowly, he placed it back down with a profound thud marking the end of his words.