The reluctant willingness to talk does not escape him. Ardyn turns around, giving Emet a curious look.

"And who is to say I am without wealth? There could be some items I would commission."

He saunters over to the workbench, peering over Emet's shoulder... for a moment, that is, before resting his ghostly hands on Emet's shoulders, leaning down all too close. The effect is more than a little skeevy.

"Would that be enough to pay for my 'duplicity', hmm?"