He finds her unwarranted confidence quite endearing. He's happy to let her take the leading role in this, as it were, and enact their master plan. Which, granted- She realizes very quickly there isn't exactly one. A vague idea, sure, and that's usually good enough for him. When does Ardyn ever actually have a plan? For as conniving and calculating as he wants people to think he is, the truth is that a lot just happens to work out for him more than it doesn't.

But some of it doesn't. Even when it seems to! To him, this is going incredibly well. He watches those daggers materialize with interest. The color choice doesn't surprise him. Red is a good one! There is no bias about that whatsoever, of course. Then comes that dramatic shout - was it necessary, or just for fun? likely the latter - before she's laughing her assault. He can't help the way he chuckles for the extra flare to everything. The enthusiasm really sells it.

It's a fantastic flurry of feathers and frantic squawking once the hit lands. It not only startles that one, but then the ones on Ardyn's person also end up in a tizzy. Are they that sensitive to magic, or is it just herd mentality? Hard to say. He gives a small clap though as they flee away from the pair and closer to their destination anxiously. "Bravo! I dare say that worked out better than-" he starts, but is cut off by a large, low growling and heavy-set (chicken) footsteps.