[Pretending to be a good person? Are we sure that Ardyn hasn't reached his quota for the century, having pretended to be oh-so helpful back on Eos? One wonders.]

Hm? [He idly rubs at his chin, at that so-called sandpaper. He raises a brow down at Bigby while he does it.] Maybe you're right.

[A concession? Maybe he'll actually help? What inanity is this.

Of course it's not so easy.]

Meet me halfway. In your desperation, it shouldn't be too difficult to at least fake a smile, and a "please, if you'll help dig me out of the sand, I'd be most appreciative."