I used to be Chancellor. Showering others in vague, off-handed compliments was practically a prerequisite, you know. This should come as absolutely no surprise to you.

[At the comment about his strength, however... Well. What if he kind of just lifts up the dragonling a few feet above the bath just to make a point? It whines a little, tail thrashing, but seems to enjoy being out of the tub enough to not care enough to struggle against Ardyn.

Water drips down his front as a result, but he's so soaked at this point it hardly matters.]