How much? Odd question. Should I think that you're suggesting I lay off the ice cream, young man? Tsk. Then you might be out of a job.

[Ardyn stands up straight again and slides both hands down his front, from sternum to navel, then gives his belly a pat.]

Mm. Still, you may have a point. Just one scoop for me today then.

[He looks down from the menu and to Noctis, and his smile is no less devilish for its subtlety.]

One scoop of chocolate mousse royale.