[ Oh, gross. Ignis' nose wrinkles in response to that because despite spending a good portion of his time cooking, he doesn't necessarily like smelling like food and he certainly doesn't want to smell like pizza. ]

I'm afraid I won't be purchasing any pizza scented cologne any time soon, do try to hold back your disappointment.

[ He accepts the splash and doesn't return it mostly because he knows if he does they'll get into a splashing contest and they're adults and he doesn't want to explain to housekeepers why the floor is soaked after the king took a bath, thank you. Noctis' hands are put to much better use a moment later, stroking conditioner through his hair and Ignis hums quietly, eyes sliding shut at the attention, half-listening to what he's saying. ]

You're as biased as I am, I think, but the compliment is appreciated all the same.

[ His hair is slicked out of the way and holds with the addition of conditioner, which means he's free to open his eyes again and he settles back on the other side of the bathtub so Noctis can dip down and wet his own hair for Ignis to return the favor. ]

I don't know about a gang, but before everything happened, I did have one that I used to ride intermittently. It's probably long gone, and I've considered getting another but the cars are much safer as they're armored.