He walks dangerously close to you until you can feel his hot breath against your face and inhale his musk that renders you dizzy in the head. He smells good and it weakens your tough resolve the longer you stand at such close proximity to him.
Ardyn: “Most certainly, my dear.“
You really should have stepped away from him, but your pride convinced you to stand your ground even as he leaned his head towards yours until his golden eyes pierced yours dead on. So focused you were with his intense stare you couldn’t register how close his lips were. If you leaned even a little…
Ardyn: “Would you like to know just how suave I can be?”
Curse whichever of the Six that had the Chocobros pulls you away, the internal struggle of you actually enjoying what was happening and the curiosity of what may have happened next ate away at your dwindling sanity with the chancellor. The last thing that sealed your coffin of whatever strength you had for truly detesting him was nailed shut when you looked his way and realized that not once did he take his eyes off of you and with that dangerous, husky timbre of his, he chuckles and winks your way.