There was a soft hum from Ignis at the praise, even if he inwardly disagreed. It was common knowledge that Ignis hated not being good at something he has to do. That was why he worked so hard when he first started to learn how to handle weapons. Having Gladio there to help, both then and now, was a gift and he knew it.

Sighing, he tucked himself in against Gladio, biting back a yawn.

"I can do better."