Indeed.

[ He sounds faintly amused, watching the long, pale line of Noctis stretched out in his lap and he's reminded that his cock is still half-hard; he's ignored it for the time being but the moment Noctis rises back and kisses him like that, his body reminds him that he is only human and that it wants. While Noctis likely doesn't care about the scarring either, he knows that back years ago he was the sort to be worried about his own. Ignis had washed over it carefully, not lingering when he'd soaped up Noctis, but wondered if all these years later if he was able to or if it was best to leave that alone for the time being.

Soap is redeposited into the washcloth and Ignis eyes him a moment - don't think he doesn't see what you're doing there, Noctis. He'd left Noctis' thighs alone for the time being, not quite sure where they were going to allow things to go, but when Noctis starts toward them he cocks an eyebrow, wondering if it's so innocent as simply washing. ]

If mine is the only opinion you care about then it should hearten you to know that helmet hair won't bother me at all as it will mean if an accident happens, you'll be safe.