[Okay you know what. You opponent of fun. This audacity is his refuge right now. His arm drops, leaning in the doorway at enough of an angle that his feet starts to slide just a little, and he looks momentarily frustrated. This is to lure the prey into a false sense of security. It should fail utterly, because he's going to bend down, slip some lube on his hand, and flick his fingers at Ardyn.]
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