[Flames may lick at the man's coat, but Ardyn can see that Oda has it taken care of. He doesn't offer any aid, though he does raise a brow in the man's direction.]

And what sort of occupation might that be?

[He says, idly straightening the sleeves of his coat in the interim. His casual air has returned to him, it seems, all the tension gone out from Ardyn's shoulders.]

And if you like. Though as I said before, you weren't in any sort of debt as far as I was concerned.