Oh, is that how it works. Get you and Noct to like you, and then Iggy will do whatever?

[Her hand shifts, moving away from his ear to brush at his hair — less like petting a dog and more like the sort of thing a mother might do for a sick child, comforting and light.]

...Hey. By the way?

[Pet pet pet.]

Thanks for proving you really are the cutest member of the wet dog boyband.