[There's plenty she doesn't know about him. This is becoming more obvious with each passing moment, if it isn't already.

Ardyn lunges forward as she retreats, blade swinging again, a figurative nipping at her heels. He doesn't give chase proper, evident by the way his sword hits the side of the alleyway, missing Aranea completely -- it's much like how one might shoo away a wild animal, with no real intent of following it to his hiding place. The sight of crimson at her side is satisfying enough, the thought of pain lancing through her as she retreats gratifies him.]

That's all, Commodore? I thought it'd take longer than that before you ran off with your tail between your legs!

[Cruel words and unbidden laughter are her only companions as she leaves.]

Some things never change!