[ Don't judge him, Ignis. He only smells that way because the first four kicked him out. ]

You poked me in the face. Did you really expect me to just lay there and let you? [ Wait, that's probably a dumb question with an obvious answer. He grumbles as he pushes himself upright and rubs a hand over his face. ]

I'm fine. Just hungover. And getting poked by random strangers, apparently.