Iedolas shrugs and clambers over Ardyn's unconscious body with about as much regard as a cat. Ardyn doesn't stir. The DTF replies,

"daemons are vicious, kid, surely you knew that.
bossing himself? didn't know he could do that.
self-control ain't friends with a man like my boss,
nobody's hurt, though, so this ain't no great loss."

Then he cocks his head as Carbuncle sends him a text.

"oh, good point, carby, your teeth won't do the trick,
just need a question with answers that will stick."

He thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers and points at Noct, a little like Ardyn might:

"got it: he'll wonder when waking from his trance:
another kiss, noct, has he ruined his chance?"