[There's a certain sharpness in Ignis' eyes as he flicks them quickly up to Prompto's face.] That's hardly the point, Prompto. [He says, though he keeps his voice gentle enough to avoid startling the chick.]

Sorely needed or not, I have no intention of ever letting a good pair of spectacles be used as a nest decoration. [So, you know, as long as she actually gives them back.

Ignis' smile softens, his attention duly distracted by the small creature's appreciation, and he curls one finger under her beak to rub there.]

But I'm sure you're correct.