There is a very low, almost growl at the back of his throat. Too much hugging this early in the morning. They're just lucky they're cute, and Ignis, if he ever so much as insinuates the reason why he doesn't push Ebony off of him, is gonna get it in their next sparring match.

Or perhaps, when he least expects it in general.

Noctis hands Ebony a plate with a waffle on it before taking the waffle currently in the iron, out. With their two moogles satisfied, he prepares another one. Pouting.