If she had called him by his title, he would have told her to call him by his name anyway, so he hardly pays attention to how she addresses him. It's nice, too, to walk into a room and not have everyone present stumble over themselves to show him the deference that his title demands. He's still more comfortable as Jon Snow than he is as Aegon IV Targaryen, and he has a suspicion that he always will be. "I'm still not used to being able to go anywhere in the Red Keep that I wish, without having to ask permission first." Technically, he can go anywhere in all of Westeros and doesn't need to ask permission first, but he doesn't dwell on that. "Soon the same will be true of you." He's not going to argue the point before then.

He leans against the opposite side of the window and looks out over the sleeping city. The city he is now responsible for, along with the entirety of the six kingdoms (he allowed Sansa to keep Winterfell independent, having no good reason not to). "Most nights I don't find it easy to sleep, either."