He will try. Granted, his idea of 'trying' and someone else's might differ quite substantially. Ardyn has his dragon-soul to thank for course correcting currently, at least, and perhaps that will continue to be. Unfortunately, there's likely only so much that Jhank Troth will be able to circumvent. How do you save a man from himself when he's seemingly determined to ruin every good thing he might get?

"Which I'm happy to help fill otherwise, you realize," Ardyn is quick to offer, which- Does that make him seem more desperate? Maybe. Does he actually care? No! Shame is for losers! Maybe he wants to spend more time with Ravus, what about it! (He tells himself its to keep better tabs, but there is some part of him that just craves the familiar company. Especially considering the time he was from had meant years of isolation and Ravus was long gone.)

"Oh, of course," he says though, about his outfit. "It's fun, certainly, but this is casual wear. Not anything ideal for a date." Contrary to Ravus, Ardyn doesn't have any trouble labeling what it is. Actually? It's kind of fun. A date. Him! Them! Who would have thought? "The Fae and I have come to an agreement about fashion so- I'll consult them, but make sure my definition of tasteful and theirs is the same."