"I believe it was mentioned at some point, but by the time we met, I had so little time to play…" Ignis trailed off with an apologetic little smile and a shrug. Prompto had been witness to just how busy he'd constantly been. There had been times when pure determination was the only thing keeping him on his feet, let alone keeping up with Noctis. He missed it at times, but if everything had gone well, if they had still been back in Insomnia, he wouldn't have been standing there, able to admire Prompto in the afternoon sunlight that slanted through the windows — and he was something to admire. Ignis glanced down and gave a little shake of his head at being called talented. It wasn't modestly, exactly, as Ignis was well aware of his accomplishments, but he rarely felt any need to make a big deal of it.
"I don't believe I'm so out of practice that I can't manage a decent performance." It helped that he knew Prompto was hardly expecting the levels of perfection Ignis often held himself to, and the other man's enthusiasm was often catching. Like now. If nothing else, and no matter how out of practice he was or wasn't, it was clear it would make Prompto happy. He would have been hard pressed to say no, even if he were less certain. Prompto smiling in the sunlight was something he was completely enamored with, the feeling new and thrilling in that newness.
"Let's go somewhere else, shall we? Perhaps the garden." He did like his kitchen — Noct had made sure it was up to his specifications — but it wasn't built for music, nor was it particularly romantic. And he did want to show off a little for Prompto, he realized. He reluctantly stepped back, intent on gathering the violin, when Prompto continued. He was indeed used to it, though the topic was a new one. He let out a soft huff of laughter. "I promise you I am not artistic. Musical, perhaps." Another shrug. Ignis couldn't draw or paint to save his life. Prompto with his camera, however…
"I believe you're the artistic one between the two of us. And most certainly attractive." Prompto's hair caught the sunlight in a way Ignis wished he could capture, and — oh, to hell with it. They'd all talked. Ignis pulled him back in carefully, intent on kissing him if he was agreeable.