Stella appreciates all of these things, purring in her sleep. It brings a faint smile to Noct's lips before he takes another bite. He knows, Iggy; yet he'll listen anyway. It's better than his own thoughts right now. Even now it feels like they're trying to choke him, but the words still won't come. Not here, anyway. At least the cats are of some comfort until they leave for the day.

"I know," he replies with a sigh, once his mouth isn't full. In all honesty, he doesn't want to rush it. Not in this sense, anyway. Though the offer doesn't go remiss, either.

"I'd like that," he admits. It'll be like old times; sparring with their own skills as opposed to the asterisks they chose. The nostalgia ebbs away some of the stress he didn't even realize was etched on his face.