[ There is at least the possibility, honestly.

For now, Ignis tries not to give a small sigh at the absence of warmth against his chest (the suit jacket is not nearly warm enough for this), and raises an eyebrow at the hand offered to him, before shrugging and actually taking it. He takes off the helmet, then, running a hand through his hair to settle it back to its usual shape, and hands the helmet back to Gladio. ]

I never once said that I questioned you. But if you keep building up my expectations, it had better be spectacular, indeed.

[ It is a tease. He is not very good at this. ]