[Ignis is sat before various different documents Riverview has to offer, varying from instructions for arrival, to his projected wages from the Perimeter Guard. He hasn't left his spot from when Gladio began his shower— likely already thinking of bills, groceries, how he's going to do his taxes— but he has removed his spectacles and let his head hang back in some sort of break. It's something, considering his nature.]

I suppose I'm not going to manage anything productive, but would it not make more sense to shower after you've returned for the evening? [Ignis, who does not make himself all sweaty and gross before the evening is out, casts a cursory glance as Gladio moves between rooms. He heaves a sigh, leaning forward and rubbing his eyes.

He objected before, but just looking at what he's laid himself out for the night is exhausting. He purses his lips, staring at a phamplet of the sights the city had to offer. It didn't take long for temptation to win over his resolve.] I'll bite, Gladio. How am I to dress for what you have planned?