[Mm . . . she pauses, torn between eagerness to prove him wrong and affection for Prompto. But she takes the scarf.]

I ought to just burn this. It's hideous.

[God . . . her expression flickers, because regardless of what Ardyn says, it would be cruel, and it would terrorize him. He'd gone stiff and frightened when she'd merely approached him as Ardyn; she can't imagine how he'd act if she did something so bizarrely intimate.

On the other hand . . . she might have her cake and eat it too. Prompto would surely be fine with lying to Ardyn, even if it wasn't for her sake. And she really does want to win this challenge, because she's competitive like that.]

Give me one week. But as satisfying as the joys of winning will be, I think I'd like something else as a prize, once I inevitably convince him I'm you.