Liliana. Liliana. Sidon smelled like food. He looked like he could be food. And yet, he was not food. It was truly an offense greater than anything else this poor kitten had ever known, and now this indignant kitten was, indeed, being passed over to you before Sidon completely made his exit.

Prompto considered this information with his confused look slipping back, because none of those traits really sounded like things Ignis would appreciate. Spoiled, he figured, Ignis would be at least used to dealing with, and he could see how any other person might be easily charmed by Liliana's beauty, but obviously that wasn't going to exactly going to be high on Ignis' priority list. As for the necromancy?

There was a bit of an uncomfortable shifting, but that was everything to do with Prompto's own general feelings around that sort of thing than any consideration of what Ignis' might have been.

"That's, uh, working with the dead, and things like that, right?" he asked, just in the off chance that he'd gotten the word mixed up. "And what's so wrong with angels?"