Ignis nodded obediently, though relaxation was a tall order, at the moment. He made an effort anyway, to loosen muscles that had tensed from stress. Said effort had only moderate success, but moderate was enough to allow him to unbutton and remove his shirt, then remove his undershirt, in an almost casual manner.

Despite the amount of fighting he'd done in his life, he didn't have many scars hidden under his shirt - a few faded-to-near-nonexistent training incidents, one or two more vicious slashes from the same battle that had scarred his face. None of them had impeded exercise or keeping fit, and of course he'd never seen the worse ones, so Ignis had never bothered being self-conscious about them.