[The domestic nature of this rather auspicious hour goes unnoticed by the sleepy king. Regis lingers there at the table with a lopsided grin upon his lips as he admires Nyx. While he's quick to denounce any favoritism on his part when questioned about his Glaives, Nyx Ulric is indeed his favorite. He crossed paths with the man many times in the past, the first being the battle at Galahd and the second being his swearing into the Kingsglaive.

Those moments were fleeting at best but memorable since Nyx has a knack for making good impressions. However, it wasn't the Glaive's charm that caught his eyes but rather his tenacity in combat. If Nyx could fight this war himself, Regis wouldn't doubt he would. That's how passionate he is despite being a foreigner in a foreign land. It's admirable, to say the least.]

You do yourself a great injustice.

[He mutters in response to that better company statement. Regis has grown weary of dealing with diplomats as of late. It feels good not to have to be the "king" right now.]

I know he's a good kid but he's also good at plucking my nerves.

[He can't help but smile in affection when he thinks of his rowdy son. Noctis is a good boy but sometimes, he has his moments.]

Even so, I cherish those moments as well.

[Spoken like a true father.]