[And Ardyn is quick to wave that thought away with a hand.]

You've a long way to go if that's a goal of yours, Aranea. I'm not the sort of man who wraps so easily around anyone's pinky finger; the odd gesture of gratitude, here or there, shouldn't be interpreted as such.

[But he says it all with that cocky expression of his, even as his clothing rustles as he stands to his feet, sketch of the reaper in hand. The other scoops up his hat and plants it back on his head, right where it belongs.]

Time to flee before you get the wrong idea.

[Translation: I'll get out of your hair for now, thanks for the drawing.]