"I owe you an apology." He's quick to respond but he sounds tired more than anything. Once Ignis is seated he does rearrange himself though, scooting over to sit at Ignis' feet, back just far enough that he's not in easy petting range. Then he's pulling Iggy's feet into his lap, slowly rolling up the cuffs of his sleep pants, fingers gliding over the skin of his calves.

"I talked to our firestarter earlier." He's not allowed to say it to Ardyn but he still likes the name for him. Shut up, Iggy, let him be sappy.