[Ardyn reached into his pocket and pulled out his gloves, cut in places from having worked on breaking the window. He held them out to Gladio, not quite looking him in the eye and trying to sound dismissive.]

Fix these for me--you started all the blasted trouble with a simple damn window, you could at least do that much.

[A pause, Ardyn reflecting on that 'request' and evaluating whether or not it sounded like a normal human thing to say.]

. . . Please.