[ Now that they can do this -- actually can do this, not just hide it in the shadows, he's eager to get anything and everything in that he can. All those little moments he'd never taken for granted, but never appreciated as much as he should have until they were no longer attainable. He still has to get Noctis' legs and back, but that's easier when they've shifted positions so he leaves it for the time being. For now, rolls his eyes at the splash and dips himself into the tub, scrubbing fingers through his hair to get the suds out and then rises, blinking water out of his eyes. ]

I'm filthy?

[ Ignis gives him the most dubious of looks. ]

I seem to remember a certain someone wiping greasy, filthy hands onto my pants in his hair as if he wasn't raised with the best of manners.

[ Please, Noctis, he knows. Ignis rakes a hand through his hair and reaches for the conditioner, handing it over. ]