Really. His training never quite prepared him for the experience of dealing with someone so absolutely high off his tits. Or, rather, while he understands all the physical sorts of effects that he should be keeping an eye on so long as this doesn't become dangerous, other things are a little bit of a surprise.

Like... The constant petting. The way Ravus so tenderly caresses his arms, and the gentle stroke of his fingers against the back of Ignis's hand as they follow the outpress of his bones even pass leathery scales.

Ignis carefully breathes in through his nose. Funnily enough, the petting is weirdly calming. He chalks it up to physical contact being grounding no matter whatever bizarre situation one may find themselves in. "Ravus, I have just forced you to inhale some manner of foreign gas," he explains patiently. "We have no idea what it will do to you, in the long or short term. So you have to tell me if you being to feel something different, or new."

As for the other question... Another sigh, and he just looks over the ridiculous man sitting next to him. With how intoxicated he is, there really is no point in explaining it to him. If he's lucky, it will go in one ear and out the other. If he is unlucky, which Ignis is starting to suspect, then he will take it rather badly and possibly even remember it when he gets sober again.

He... truly doesn't want to do that to him.

"I feel you did something reckless and foolhardy, even if Slayd was there to help you. I don't want you tied so to.... someone unknown."

What he means is the fucking fae, Ravus.