[ No, it's never said no before, which lends credence to Gladio's occasional assertions that Ignis spoils the prince (now king) to no discernible end. But it's still a relief all the same when he isn't rejected outright, and he tries not to stare too hard at the flashes of blue. That one is new, he notes; Ignis never used to favor blue, but then things change, and he decides not to draw attention to it. ]

You look nice.

[ He is gorgeous in fitted clothes, and his gaze lingers until he forces himself to look away. Ignis seems anxious, just a touch, fidgeting, and Noctis pauses. Honestly, he hadn't thought that far ahead -- he'd assumed Ignis would politely decline, but now that it's up in the air, he has to think quickly. ]

Nothing much. I was just thinking of paying a visit to an some place incognito. Turns out it's still standing.

[ He smiles crookedly. The diner's still running, an old-school place selling traditional donburi that Ignis had discovered. It's the farthest thing to bring royalty to, but Ignis brought him there anyway, this tiny little cozy place where no one knew where they were, and Noctis had loved the food, the ambience, the friendliness of the young owner who'd just inherited the place from his father, and had taken so much pride in the age-old recipe passed down through the ages. The meat was rich, tender, and the rice with a singular fragrance that he finds himself craving.

More importantly, Noctis had leaned forward, kissed him here for the first time, tasted the last vestiges of sweet sauce from his lips. They had walked back to his penthouse after that, and Noctis had held his hand; he had never been happier.

He doesn't tell him that. ] Are you in the mood for sliced beef rice?