Wiry muscled tensed up again when he felt Gladio's hand loosen up on his neck, but he remained where he was. The voice was now soothing and one he knew well, but there was still an edge to him. His mind was locked in on something and for Ignis, that could be a good thing, or a bad thing. Growling again, he shook as if to try and dislodge Gladio's stroking hand from his fur even though he clearly wasn't about to try and run again. Not when he knew that Gladio had him outmatched.

This time.