[When the "art" scrawled on the fourth piece of paper is revealed, Ardyn blinks in surprise and then-

And then he just laughs, straightening in his seat after having been leaning forward. It's a sound that's rare in how genuine it is, open and sincere. Chalk it up to the fact that Aranea completely surprised him with that one.]

You remembered my "Kick Me" sign! I take back what I said before. You really do have a knack for wondrous customer service.

[But then he shakes his head, fingers moving to rub at the back of his neck. His smile settles into lopsidedness once more.]

But- [He picks up the Kick Me paper with one hand, waving it in her direction.] Don't worry. I won't be choosing this one; I've made up my mind on the matter of fully committing to the ink. [His other hand, however, straightens the sketches proper; he lines them up at straight angles, facing him, as if it'd be easier to decide if they were looking at him head-on.]

Perhaps you can help me decide by answering me this question: what inspired these?