[ Oh, dear. Ignis doesn't pull away but he can hear Gladiolus coo under his breath just so he knows that he's watching all of this. Much as he'd like for them to leave the room, now that they know the state Noctis is in, they're never going to leave so it'd be a fruitless endeavor. ]

We're married to each other. You had surgery; they had to give you something for the pain and it looks like it may have made you forget everything, temporarily. They've assured me it's only temporary.

[ Not that he thinks Noctis will care. He's blissed out on whatever they gave him. ]

So no, there's no worries about telling your wife that you're interested in men. One less awkward conversation to fret about.