Ardyn chuckles as his projectile grape meets its mark, thanks to a little cooperation from Noctis. As he's said before, what good is incredible supernatural might if you can't use it as a party trick? But the vertigo takes him, too. Is it the Scourge? Why now?

But when his vision clears, he doesn't feel the seething impatience of the Scourge, forever eating away at his flesh beneath the surface. He feels... good. His senses of hearing and smell are sharper than ever. Was there some drug in that grape? Can he get more?

But his sharp ears pick up voices, one familiar and the other... what? When did he move across the kitchen? When did the kitchen get bigger? How did he get behind Noctis, and why... is Ardyn over there?

"...oh!" Ardyn says, voice unexpectedly squeaky. He puts both hands to his chest in surprise, and then takes a moment to really explore that chest manually. "Oh."

He looks down at Rosie's body, feels his--her--tail swinging under the skirt. He turns in place as if trying to chase the wagging appendage, then just sort of holds himself. Rosie's fingers are soft on Rosie's skin.

"This is incredible," Ardyn says, then blinks at the weird sound of Rosie's voice coming from his--her--mouth. "Are you two...?" His--her--eyes are wide, brow crowned with white lilies.