"Mm... Whatever you say, Sergean' no Specs." It's a tease, and one he doesn't normally do unless someone's missing their glasses (don't worry, Ignis; they aren't gone again). But they had just been talking about nicknames and he may or may not be smirking a little until he feels that hand pull him a little closer. Oh. That's a thing.

"Thanks," he says quietly, leaning back into Ignis' side and- is that nuzzling? Yep. Definitely nuzzling. Though it pauses for a moment when he fondly adds, "Miss that apartment." Not sad yet. Just fond memories of all the drunken antics. But, they made it. So he's just gonna let Iggy handle it. He is waaay too out of it right now.