There was a low snort of laughter from Ignis before he idly swatted at Gladio's hip. The gesture was openly affectionate and something no one else save the men currently in the room would ever see out of the normally taciturn adviser. He let his free hand move up to settle atop Noctis', fingers squeezing as he silently thanked the younger man.

He might've adjusted to being blind, but that didn't mean he couldn't get lonely even in a room packed with people. Such contact offered him a chance to see once again, even if it wasn't in the conventional sense.

"I certainly hope I'm not going to be stuck at the bottom of this pile all night. It's already going to be difficult enough to get out of these damned pants."

Before the Shield could protest too much, Ignis had let his hand drift back from where it'd delivered its mock chastisement only to work one side of Gladio's pants as low as he could manage.

"Stop fussing."