[ Yes, he does. This is his job -- this is what he was made for, this is where he knows how to do everything and to be useful to Noctis. There's no point in pointing that out, with the way things are right now, though, so Ignis makes a soft noise and cups his coffee with both hands, the toast forgotten. ]

Noctis, when have I ever been particularly good at being idle?

[ It's a gentler question - still his full name, careful, but friendlier than their prior conversation til this point. Ignis looks away a moment later, finding the spread on the table to be less difficult to look at. ]

I can handle this. I am handling it. Please don't worry.