[Please don't do this to him, Ignis does not handle humiliation very well. He looks so very cross right now even as an embarrassed hint of color starts to sneak up over his cheeks.]

I'd prefer that they direct their affections elsewhere. My living space is already run by enough animals.

[He's at least very appreciative that the little animals seem to take to her cooing, approaching her gladly, some even deciding to curiously investigate this other large furry creature that has shown up. Once Ignis is no longer trapped by them he lets out a sigh of relief and just somewhat sidesteps away in hopes that the little things won't notice him.

There's a tired exhale as he sets a hand over his chest, like he could have very well had a heart attack.]

Oh, thank you immensely. I'd no idea how I was going to get anything done with these pests.