[ It's easy to grimace, wince, at a question that he's disliked since he'd actually been a prince (instead of a king of an occupied nation), protected by the safety of Insomnia's walls. There are other reasons for subterfuge now versus then for obvious, heavier reasons, but the discomfort of being called out is still the same.
Yes, I am. No, I'm not. What's it to you? Who wants to know? (Well, he kind of knows the answer to that one, so that one isn't really--)
Pick an answer, Noct. Answer right. ]
... What if I am? [ He braces. Slightly, but he braces. ] Would that help convince you to stop?
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Yes, I am. No, I'm not. What's it to you? Who wants to know? (Well, he kind of knows the answer to that one, so that one isn't really--)
Pick an answer, Noct. Answer right. ]
... What if I am? [ He braces. Slightly, but he braces. ] Would that help convince you to stop?