[ Ignis is calling him out on it now, and another thing that's changed, clearly, is the depth of his patience for Noctis' terrible habits. Which, of course, is entirely warranted. Despite being king, and despite being a little over thirty, there are still some less desirable traits that cling stubbornly; this trait being one of them. Really, he doesn't miss those unimpressed looks -- all right, maybe he does a little deep down inside. But he'll never admit it. At least he's here to do it to him, right?

But on to the more important thing: Noctis and his stubborn habit of ending up wrecking things for others to clean up. ]

You're right. [ He offers at last, because he wants to make an effort of this. Do something different, maybe -- be less of a spoiled child. He lifts his eyes to his nonetheless. ] You're the only one I've ever wanted, and that hasn't changed. I don't think it's ever going to change. [ Maybe Ignis had hoped for a better outcome, maybe he hadn't wanted this, but the truth remains is that it is what it is now. ] I tried, and all I could see was your face.