"Of course, Your Highness." Habit. The only title he knows that Regis wore was that of a King. A gentle, kind King that introduced him to Noctis on one bright and sunny day. Mentally, he shakes the memory off and focuses on the conversation again.

At the reminder about Insomnia, an intense frown of concern settled on Ignis' face. How... is he supposed to tell him that the Crown City fell? That Lord Clarus and he died amidst of it? Sending his son away with the retinue for a made up wedding to get him away from the danger and set him on course for something none of them were prepared.

"I will tell You everything that happened if you'd like. I do suggest we don't talk about it in the middle of the street." They are trying to keep low and not mention the titles. He's sure they don't mean much here but- one can't be careful enough.

Ebony steps in:"Should I lead back, kupo? I can help you get to Your residence Highness, until your designated Moogle arrives, kupo!"