I see, [ he answers, expression turning to something more sympathetic. He imagines how he'd feel if anyone from his world showed up. Probably similarly, he has to admit, and that helps at least in being able to empathize. His hands settle lightly at her waist as he admits: ]

There's a few people from home I wouldn't want to see again either, so- You're not alone.

[ Still, he doesn't like seeing her like this. Upset. (At least, not when it isn't potentially his fault.) Would Ardyn be willing to kill a man he knows nothing about beyond that that he seemingly made Maria sad? Absolutely. Should he say that? Well, no- Probably not. He at least has the sense to keep the violent, intrusive instinct for blood where it belongs firmly locked in his head. For now. ]

What did this scoundrel do, though? Since we men can be scoundrels, I know, but even I can't imagine wanting to leave a lady like you on bad terms.