[ Ignis gives him a look in return and polishes off the rest of that piece with a deliberate little bite. ]

Perhaps. It remains to be seen.

[ That said, it's all he can probably eat right now - or all he should probably eat, so he'll leave the attempt at killing the rest of that pizza for Noctis and instead settles for curling back in against him, wiping his hands off on a napkin. He wants to get up and wash his hands, but that'd require moving and he's not exactly keen on leaving when he's comfortable, and Noctis is relaxed. ]

Noctis.

[ His full name, but Ignis' tone is gentle. ]

Trust me when I say that there has never been a time where I thought you did not care for me.