Curious now, Noctis tries it, too - he summons his Ultima Blade to hand. "Yeah, still got my own, too," he says, dismissing it just as easily.

Brow furrowed, he turns to Rosie. "I don't get it. They're usually on a hair trigger about anyone but me wearing the ring. Like, 'setting people on holy fire' hair trigger. What did they say?"

Ardyn suggests eating more grapes and Noctis glances at him. He has no idea what those flowers mean, but he's already made up his mind about this and he needs to hurry up and commit to it before some intrusive thought sweeps him up in its rage again.

"...no, there is a reason. To keep it this way for a little while, at least. Do you even remember the last time you weren't dealing with this shit? You deserve a break from it, Ardyn. As long a break as I can give you. So we're taking this opportunity, no arguments."