Ardyn perks up at the words about convincing someone to resurrect him. It looks like that idea hadn't occurred to him yet, so... Thanks, Emet?

"How very fearsome. And here I thought you had no desire to hear the screams of dying men again? Though if you ask nicely I could stay quiet as you kill me again."

Ardyn does not seem terribly serious, however, as he strolls back into the shop proper, squinting at various goods on display.

"Quite the interesting shop you've got here. Perhaps I should visit later, if I am not ground to dust by the righteous windmill of justice, or whatever it is the boy on the throne might have in store for me."