Somehow Noctis is intrigued with the other's interest in this matter. The silver haired man never seemed to really care about things or people when they first met in that other world. Even when they had first had met here, Kuja didn't seem to ever care about anyone or anything except maybe himself.

"So now you care about a clock?" Noctis asked this in an offhanded way, folding his arms over his chest after the light touch. There was a smirk on his face though, because maybe the icy facade was starting to crack and melt.

And nothing would ever erase the memory of the duck tugging on Kuja's sleeve and the other man going along with it. That one tiny gesture ruined the whole prissy picture of Kuja for him.