When the shot glass sinks, Ignis raises an eyebrow and shoots Noct a look. Trying to see if he sunk the glass on purpose just so he can drink or no. From the looks of it, the sinking was accidental.

Ignis chuckles, chin leaned on his entwined fingers as his hands are propped up on the table, watching Noct trying to down the beer.

"Lost a round already..." he teases.