Tyki lit his cigarette as Ignis spoke, and opened his mouth to respond on the subject of Hogswatch, but stopped, blinking at Szayel. Well, that was rather forward, wasn't it? The way he asked, without embarrassment, not-so-subtly commenting on them as he did it, made him think of Sherril, and his unfortunate tendency to ... comment. And touch.

Tyki rather hoped that he wouldn't touch. Having to play up to this high society noble family refinement nonsense was exhausting enough without needing to deal with that too. Still, it didn't hurt to be polite.

"No," he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke out of the door. A light breeze took it, perhaps a little faster than Tyki thought it would. The trees were barely moving. "Not unless you're into young girls or winged Tags."