[Sadly, if Nyx is fishing, he's going to come up short. Ignis is an unflappable wall at even the most stressful of times... and this is nothing stressful at all.

If anything, it's quite nice. Even with the talking from the employees considered- because in his mind, they could think what they liked. Neither he nor Nyx were figures under public scrutiny, or even recognized here, or now.

So. He's just going to (playfully) narrow his eyes, looking into Nyx's blueish grey ones with his green.]

I am glad you seem to be reconsidering being a handcuff-only sort. You shouldn't limit yourself with regard to trying new things.

[Variety being the spice of life, and all that. But then Nyx is up, or sort of up, and- he's not going to lie, this angle is favourable. Yet.]

If you need it, we should arrange to go to other types of shop one day. Unless you're shy. [Even if he has a strong suspicion Nyx was far from it.

The bouncing, at least, causes him to move to a seated position, though still with Nyx's legs and arms at either side of him. He pushes the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose, looking over at the staff. Who now were staring.

...Time to move on.]

Come on. I'll show you one with a mattress that won't end up destroying your back.