[ It's unbearably cute how Noctis flusters at a compliment like that; Ignis' lips curl into a fond smile as he finishes stroking fingers across Noctis' scalp, making sure that he gets every bit of his hair taken care of. When he's done, he dips his hands in the water and smooths Noctis' hair back so it sits the same way his own is, slicked toward his neck. It's a little silly, but Noctis is still damnably attractive beyond all reason. ]

Trust me when I tell you that I am but one of many who thinks you are.

[ If that makes them weird then so be it. Noctis' hands work the soap and washcloth over him equally careful, humming at the attention like a large, overgrown cat that somehow loves water. For all that he teases Noctis about being flustered at a few choice words and compliments, his own cheeks threaten to pink at the way he says it, like it's the weather, like the water's warm. Objectively, he knows he's attractive enough. The scarring is...unfortunate, but Noctis knows how he got it and Ignis is comfortable with it being in service to his king so he's never minded past the slight irritation when it was healing. ]

Ugh, no, I don't believe I'll be doing that any time soon. I don't know how Gladio does it, it's positively dreadful. Much easier to cover what you're wearing with a set of adequate riding leathers that you strip off once you're done with it. Here, tip yourself back and rinse it out.

[ With Noctis in his lap, Ignis cups one hand at his hip and the other spreads at the center of his back between his shoulderblades, holding him steadily so he can recline back into the water and rinse himself without having to move. ]

If I were to take you out on one, you would absolutely have a helmet.