[Ardyn recoiled slightly at the talk of memories, yellow eyes quickly glancing around as if looking for an escape route.]

...it was the same for us. We didn't--sign anything, it wasn't done willingly.

[He shook his head as if trying to clear his own thoughts from it, two cups of hot coffee appearing in slightly unsteady hands with a flash of white crystal shards. He at least tried to manage a smile, focusing on the far easier subject.]

Afraid not. Though I don't meet many other people who can do that. I also have cream and sugar if you want it.