[No wonder Regis decided on Ignis to take care of Noct. Just came with the instinct. Gladio, however, from that equally deadpan look, is not really keen on being mothered.]

Drunk driving isn't going to happen. A few beers isn't going to change my ability to get us home. It hasn't any other time.

[...Damn that please, though. Gladio takes a breath, holds it, lets it out.] ...Fine. We'll go another night, okay? Stick to dinner tonight.

[Hells, did he just give in? Great.]