He does not answer for a little while, letting the silence hang heavy and tense. Then Ardyn swings his legs off the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward slightly to fix Somnus with a strange look. Right now he does not even glance at the table, though it is hard to say whether he is refusing to choose or simply has something else on his mind.

"As I will, Somnus?"