It's a reasonable reaction. While Ardyn can't warp here, it appears that Noctis still can. That's good to know. Perhaps the ability will come back to him, in time, but he doesn't mind the disadvantage. Nor does he mind the slice of his sleeve and threatening hold against his skin. The man doesn't do anything like smile over it, but he is more stoic-seeming than someone with a dagger threatening him should be.

Although the boy doesn't know he couldn't actually cause harm to Ardyn in any way that matters, the man does wonder if he could still be cut. Just a little, maybe, to sting so nicely. No. No, he shouldn't. "Threatening me with a good time won't work," he teases, unable to stop himself in the end. "But what if I don't?" Ardyn questions next, not moving despite the warnings. "Move," he continues, "or lie to you."

Of course, he's lied to Noctis. He can't claim that he hasn't. Still: "I have nothing to gain from lying to you here. You can take that or leave it, but I do mean it when I say I will tell you anything that you want me to." There. There, that has to count for something. "I want to tell you anything." Those claws flex and scratch away more bark. "...Everything."