"Fair enough," Tyki said, keeping his smile slightly sympathetic, but also amused. He felt a bit sorry for Nel. She had been brought into Khamja as the underling of one of Ivalice's most low-key powerful men, and here she was, babysitting. Cooking for others and undoubtedly doing their laundry as well. It was a shame. She had a lot of potential.

"Where's your companion this morning?" Tyki asked of Ignis, slipping easily into what Ignis would no doubt consider heavily accented Jyllandi. Speaking his native tongue, Tyki sounded very common, more so than Road, who spoke like a slightly posh Überwald girl. "Getting a lie in?"

He carefully kept the question casual, not wanting it to come across as a threat, or a veiled observation that he was without his bodyguard, here, in a room with a Noah. All vulnerable.