[Oh, this was too good to be true. Poor prince Noctis with a hangover stuck within the confines of the damp, stone cellar. Ardyn smirked and placed the bottle down, whilst watching Noct with his fogged amber eyes. Usually, they were sharp like a hawk's, but right now they were glazed over by the effect of the mould. It was like a drug causing havoc his brain, making him think....things. Awful, lewd, filthy things.]

What do you think it means? Come now, Majesty. Surely, the line of Lucis gave you ample intelligence to figure this one out.

[He was playing with him it seemed. Ardyn closed the gap faster than you'd think being a man drugged up and slightly drunk. Oh, he still had his wits about him in that area, as he grabbed hold of Noctis, pushing him up against the wall softly. Not violently, but more playfully. He had a dangerous glint in his eye, as he caressed the young prince's cheek with his hand. Watch out, Noct, this guy is naked and very close to you.]