"Security," Ardyn echoes, stepping in to close that meager distance between them. Any smart leaders would have security, he imagines, but this man(?) doesn't seem to be aligned with the Fae. He is familiar though in a sense that Ardyn can't quite place. The formal way he speaks, the mention of percentages, and- Oh. That's it, isn't it?

He's a construct. An intricate, well-designed one but a construct all the same. Ardyn stares him down over the rim of his glass and takes another casual sip. He wonders how much higher that threat level is climbing with each action he takes.

"That is important in a place like this," he continues, "with so many unkowns to consider. What's your protocol for if the threat assessment is too high?" Color him curious.