"Then don't tell me," Daryl says. "Ain't my business." Gee, that was kind of pointed. Whatever that weird flask was, it was clearly important to the queen. She said she'd die without it, anyway. It's probably some medicine she needs, that's the most logical answer. He doubts it's of any significant consequence beyond that, but the principle stands. Look at him, Miles, keeping his nose out of shit that doesn't concern him.

But anyway, "you don't gotta thank me for nothin'."