[ He's going to need to put his suit jacket on eventually, but a glance at the clock reveals he's doing adequately on time, which means he lets himself linger for a moment. He reaches for Noctis's shirt to start helping him into it, smoothing his fingers him when the material is pulled over arms and chest, and then over the buttons once they're fastened. ]

She was the daughter of one of the Crownsguard, I think. My uncle suggested that I meet with her to placate the Crownsguard's husband who thought they was spending too much time studying and not enough time being social. It was half political, I think, which I can admire the skill of now.

[ Ignis gives him a little smile, thumbing over his chest lightly. ]

We got on well but there was no urge to date; instead, we ended up collaborating on a linguistics project which drove her father insane. An added benefit. But, you didn't know that. You were jealous?

[ Oh. That's -- painfully cute and makes him ache a little at the same time. ]