[ Oh, his heart. Ignis makes a soft noise into Noctis' ear, almost a laugh, tugging at the blankets so it covers his chilly feet. It's absolutely intentional that they've turned the heat down this low in here, he thinks; Gladiolus likes to keep the place warm so he can walk around in his utterly absurd tank tops. This was part of their plan and had it not included him and Noctis so neatly, he may have honestly thought it was a good one. ]

How can I be good at my job if I'm not organized, mnn?

[ Demons love paperwork, right. Well, it doesn't really matter if they did or didn't; they'd do it regardless, if Ignis were in charge. He runs offices with an iron fist. ]

If you're tired, I can drive you back to the Citadel, you know. Or if you want me to wake you up at a certain point.