[ He takes the opportunity to take up the skull with haste, rising to his feet shortly afterward. Both hands rest beneath it, one seeming to be clenched around something held under it. Rather than call attention to it, he clears his throat. ]

It is my duty to create a distraction. Allow me to fulfill my task, and I will tell you what plans lie ahead.

[ He resembles more of that rabbit with the space he's given, skittish, twitching, ready to bounce. But he still addresses Ardyn as his gaze flits to the battlefield. ]

You will give chase to me, but allow me to live. Do we have an agreement?