Ignis is always very careful to keep his expectations low. Other people can be terribly unpredictable, after all, and there's no point in getting disappointed when there's not even a promise of something. Besides, people can often tell when expectations are being pushed on them. Sometimes it's subconscious but they can tell. Best to stay reserved and realistic.

It sounds like a rather dull way to live, but the upside is that when those low expectations are exceeded, it's delightful.

Just the show of interest in a request is enough to rouse him, a bit of light sparking in his own eyes. (Metaphorical. They aren't glowing, not for him.) "I appreciate your generosity. In truth, my own culture tends to favor paler lights in small clusters. A representative of the little actions which light up our existence." Or, at least, that was what he was told as a child, and he always rather liked the idea. Of each small decision contributing to a path of light.

"With that in mind, having them decorated about the town center is what I was thinking of in particular... Would it be much trouble if I were to accompany you to see how you create these lights?" His hand moves away from holding his cloak shut tight, and one claw points towards his temple.

"The individual who is accompanying me has said that there is magic here as well which could craft such effects into existence, but I have not been able to weave such thingss into reality myself." So perhaps learning other magics would prove enlightening.

Not to mention he's simply just curious.