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[ Urging Noctis not to move isn't going to get him anywhere; he has a feeling that within five minutes he's going to forget what he's asked anyway, so instead, Ignis delicately starts to edge closer after pushing a hand against the line of Noctis' collarbone to still him. His shoes stay on, his suspenders stay fastened but he leans himself back against the headboard at Noctis' side and cards fingers through his hair again, smoothing his bangs. ]

Thank you. [ What a ringing endorsement regarding Ignis' potential attractiveness. Of course, a moment later, Noctis follows it up and Ignis rolls his eyes to the ceiling, unspeakably fond. ] Please, no. I'll take 'baby' over that.