[ Under any other circumstances, with any other man it'd be remarkably disgusting. With Noctis, Ignis is helplessly charmed, winding an arm around his shoulders to tug him in to borderline cuddle while they work on the pizza together. He's already fetched a drink; he can fetch the wings next but right now he's terribly comfortable. ]

A- you know, I'm...not entirely certain. Choir classes stopped after I was ten or so, and we never picked them back up; they weren't specifically necessary for my duties. I think they were implemented them to ensure I was 'well rounded' as an assistant to you.