Noct smirks, leaning in close for a moment. "I'm allowed now." There's the faintest little wrinkle to his nose that implies the childish urge to stick his tongue out, especially with Iggy being playful with him. He manages to restrain himself but only just. Which is good because it means he does, in fact, catch that look.

So when Ignis' attention returns to him, Noct is already chewing on the inside of his lip a little. Barely noticeable to the average person but Ignis knows all his tells. He doesn't give the other man time to call him on it, instead just reaching out to grab Iggy's wrist and tug him along with him. Toward the dance floor. "I don't want to hear it when we've made ourselves look like idiots in front of half the town!"

Really is there any way to do this sort of dance that doesn't make someone look like an idiot?