It's clever bit of work how the edges of Daemon's experience have been so neatly spliced together with his arrival here that he continues to have no proper awareness of his predicament. This is surely a dream, and this stranger with the strange voice is just a man his mind invented to ask the questions.

He'd known a very weak king who never would have earned his respect if they hadn't been blood. He assumes they're referring to the same guy because Daemon is sure this is happening to him.

John plays a role whether he likes it or not as he feeds the delusion, and Daemon smiles as if it all makes sense now. There is something sad about it for only an instant before he gets a handle on it, and his eyes find a shadowy corner of the cave to look at just then.

"Plenty. I have to wonder which one finally did me in."

Never admit to anything you don't have to.