[Ignis will take this manhandling in stride, calmly moving aside to place his glasses back on his face. Look, he's all good and clean and letting Gladio do all the work.
That is, until he turns to witness the beheading, and a single spec of lizard blood soars onto one of his lenses. He stares for a good, long moment, before heaving a sigh.]
And you haven't changed a bit. Wash up, I'll get the next few.
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That is, until he turns to witness the beheading, and a single spec of lizard blood soars onto one of his lenses. He stares for a good, long moment, before heaving a sigh.]
And you haven't changed a bit. Wash up, I'll get the next few.