[Ignis has become completely used to the feeling of distant eyes boring into him. It's something that became far too common the moment he was introduced to Noctis, the poor boy finding it very difficult to word his thoughts whenever he was around others, including Ignis. As time went by, that shyness seemed to fade away to a very sort of quiet demeanor, yet Noctis still continued with the habit. Just like human expressions, the gazes mean different things, different emotions, and there are times where they're difficult to decipher.

Tonight, Ignis can't quite pinpoint the meaning behind the itch at the back of his neck, the fact that he's being watched again, and simply brushes off as a fact that he's taking a little longer than usual to prepare dinner. He's trying a different technique with Noctis' catch from earlier in the day.]

It'll be a tad longer until our meal is ready. [The fillets aren't quite fully pink. Seems that this fish has quite a lot of fat in it.

Ignis turns to finally meet that persistent pair of eyes.]

I don't offer very much entertainment, I'm afraid. Are you sure you wouldn't like to take another fishing expedition?