Ardyn's eyes widen with surprise. Noctis was so angry moments ago that Ardyn's mind went straight to the necessity of separating the younger man from the Scourge. Frankly, it would still be wisest to do so, but... it's such a relief to be given a stay of imprisonment, and Noctis did say no arguments. Tears spring from Rosie's eyes, far more easily than Ardyn is used to.

"I think I shall," Ardyn tells Rosie, in response to her kind offer. "Starting with..."

He could warp, maybe, but it feels so good to be in a healthy, pain-free body, that Ardyn prefers to jog up to Noctis. He hops up heedlessly, trusting Noctis to catch him, and plants a big kiss on his borrowed lips. Ardyn squeals a bit at the unexpected feeling of stubble against Rosie's tender flesh. The kiss goes deeper and longer than originally planned, and when he pulls back he's panting a little.

"Surely I can find some way to reward both you handsome fellows? It's the least I can do."

If asked about fucking himself, Ardyn might have described mixed feelings. But that's Noctis, no matter whose body he's in, and Ardyn's quickly learning to appreciate the feeling of being cradled in his own strong arms. The pie in the oven is currently forgotten.