Gladio knows this sort of thing gets on everybody's nerves. After spending so much time fighting, surviving and then after that rebuilding dealing with politics just seems childish. As King Noctis has the ear of many people, but in return many want the same of him back.

Growing up knowing he would be Lord of the Amicitia House, he has had some training in dealing with this. However his first prior is always Noctis and after that his friends, and everything else comes third. Seeing Ignis slip away from the party Gladio takes a few minutes and extracts himself from his current conversation, citing needing more wine. Instead of returning however he picks up something harder and in a pair instead, and makes his way in with both drinks in hand, heavy fall of his boots announcing his arrival far louder than anything else ever could, especially to the ever-attentive Ignis.

"Not a fan of the attention?"

He teases the other gently, shutting the door behind him. The other two should be able to find them with ease, when they are ready. He brushes his hand against Ignis' wrist to get his attention, then presses the drink into the palm of his hand.

"People know your name far and wide now, it must be exhausting. "