Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

At first, Ignis looked a little confused about why Liliana thought he would use anything against her like that, and he was doubly confused...a bit startled, really....when she came to sit next to him. He stiffened where he sat, uncertain, and then nearly protested when she mentioned the prince more directly. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't talking about him, really! But Liliana had been kind and open with him, so she deserved the truth and not to be lied, too. Especially when she hit the nail so succinctly on the head.

Well, almost...

"I don't think he's a brat," he said, almost witheringly, wondering if she'd been talking to that Gladio too much! "Not at all! I know he has to handle a lot, especially after his injury, but that's why he has me to help him! And I'm supposed to help guide him to be a great ruler some day. But it..." He drew in a breath, his hands curling up into nervous fists in his lap while he hesitated, already feeling he'd complained too much, "I find it very...frustrating, when aim supposed to guide him and teach him and he doesn't want to be guided or to learn! When he says 'just one more level, Ignis!' Or 'do we have to? I'm tired.' Or 'but we did that yesterday!' But it's all important, and I just wish he understood that more! I can't help him when he won't even help himself.

"And," he added, with emphasis, giving Liliana a pleading look because this was tge worst part of all, "he doesn't eat his vegetables ."