[ Pants. Thank the Light for small favors. Adra's still not looking directly at him as he fixes the robe: making sure it's the proper side out, smoothing down the sleeves, et cetera. The robe has a few layers to it, so this is a more complicated process than it seems--and, he supposes, probably the source of Noct's trouble. ]
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Nobility, eh? That makes sense.
[ A little grin. ]