[He’s on good behavior (kicked snow notwithstanding), not even bothering to peek through his fingers as X’rhun goes in to do… something or other. Honestly, with all this build-up (that’s mostly Ardyn’s fault for following in the first place, yes) he expects to see something other than his friend merely standing there expectantly once he’s allowed to lower his hand.

He stares at him for a moment, arching a brow. His lips purse into a frown.]

What, that’s it, then? Not going to tell me what you’ve gone and wandered in there for?

[Not that he has to, but Ardyn makes a show of standing on his toes, as if to peer past him at the entrance to the guildhall. Let him lean at just the right angle, X’rhun, and he might catch sight of that poor moogle within.]

Don’t tell me I covered my eyes for nothing.