Ignis tried not to let the description of his language as 'stuffy' get to him. He'd heard it before. He'd almost certainly hear it again.

Old... style. Doubtless Tyki meant fashioned. He knew Gladio would likely agree on that note. His highness, too, if he was asked.

He turned back to prepare Tyki's egg, and resisted the voice that pointed out how easily he could tamper with the meal. Ignis was above such tactics, however offended he might be.