And those lingering threads of weariness was all Ignis needed to settle more firmly on a path. He smiled a little, with a faint hint of the wistfulness that her words might have otherwise tried to have found. "You do have quite the appetite for dancing," he observed, fondly, then even more as his grin grew a little more. "For a great many things, really....you know, I believe the Devil's Nest has a dance floor. As well as an axe range. We should go sometime."