"Well... anything, really. I just don't think me in a suit, with my hair combed to the side, is much to gawk at."

He sucked in a sharp breath as Ignis ran his hands down his lapels, feeling his tie and what not. Noctis couldn't help but stare at his friend's face, taking in the scarring. One eye sealed shut, the other cloudy with blindness. It left his chest aching, and finally he was able to tear his staring away when Ignis moved away from him. Only for a moment, however.

He couldn't help the twinge of guilt, even if he never asked for this, any of this. Least of all the sacrifice Ignis had to make in serving him. There was an obvious lag in Noctis' following, no sound of his foot steps behind the older man, he was lost to his thoughts as he looked at Ignis, eyes scanning over him as if he had something to say--yet nothing could come to mind.