[Noctis is being frustrating, and Ardyn just knows that it's on purpose. Honestly, if the boy was itching for a fight (he can tell by how tightly wound he was, that it wouldn't take much on his part to instigate one), Ardyn would be more than happy to oblige. And when the prince turns on his heel to face him, all defiance, he half expects for it to happen.

Instead, another question thrown into his face. One with an implication behind it, one that wasn't difficult to unravel from Ardyn's perspective. After all, his secrets were spilled ten years ago -- this was all old hat to him, just repeating himself once more. A waste of breath, if Noctis truly did already know.]

I've already told you my secrets. Surely you don't want me to repeat them all over again to you. Family should always be courteous enough to thoroughly listen the first time around.

[There it is then, that bomb drop, that word heavy with everything that he hated -- family. He says it as confirmation and he says it as a joke; as if using the word in all its closeness was a misuse of its meaning.

It might as well be, with these two.]