And can you promise me you'll behave yourself? One hundred percent?

[Because out in public they ran the risk of being photographed. And cameras were remarkably good at capturing minutia of expression. For example, a lusty look, or a smoldering glance, or dozens of other actionable expressions.

Ignis finally reaches up, and brushes the backs of his knuckles across Noct's jawline, studying his face like he's water in a desert.]

Pretend you're bored with me? Like I'm nothing more than your nagging advisor whom you've ditched in the past for arcade excursions? Hmm?