"No-"

There it was again. That low growl, just a hint of it coloring Ignis' usual cultured tone. He shifted again, body restless as if to try and shrug away from the weight of Gladio's hand along the back of his neck.

"Don't want to be inside. Too closed off. Makes my skin feel... tight."

If he truly had turned into a were somehow, it seemed as if he was fighting the process without realizing it.