[ A thought bubble despairing for his hair blips briefly overhead for about half a second, then pops into nothingness as Ignis reasons it's not that noticeable, not like the spiky part at the front, and Noct's fingers feel good enough to override the rest of his better judgment. He used the last of that rescuing the eggs.

Though he is still keeping an ear out for their friends himself, so between the two of them--surely it will work out all right, even as his muscles are turning to water under Noct's curious mouth. Ignis makes a subvocal noise of approval, presses him closer with a hand flat at the back of his head. They both know they're at the end of the hourglass, though, so instead of letting himself drown totally Ignis picks up the thread of their conversation, hand in Noct's hair unabashedly like scritching a cat now. It continues to be apt that Ignis is thinking in cat metaphors since he's played by who he is, cats also being hellishly selective in what they're willing to care about. And terribly picky eaters, and--Ignis will share this later, probably. ]

Perhaps we'll be truly daring and spring for running water, as well.

[ That could also be perfectly innocent, real bathing being a nicety as well, but much like a bed in this case definitely isn't. Especially not uttered as it is, Ignis tipping his chin up to let Noct go wandering to his heart's content in the vicinity of his jaw and throat. So if nothing else Noctis will probably never have to guess what he wants; he believes in direct communication. Possibly because it's the best way to meet Noct head-on, he'd just never really let himself imagine it would be to convey how many sensitive places there are on the underside of his jaw. Noct has probably found most of them by the time Ignis clutches one of his upper arms out of reflex, looking around in his peripheral vision. ]

I think we're about to be encroached upon. Unless I miss my guess, and I don't mind saying I hope I do.