Noctis had been more picky, once upon a time, so Ignis simply nodded and removed the glass of juice. He replaced it, for lack of any better ideas, with a cup of coffee. Quite possibly it wouldn't be to taste either, since he'd made it to his own taste: as black as possible, and hot.

Even if it weren't simple pickiness, all of the reasons Ignis's imagination could provide were eminently reasonable even if most of them plunged the other man's world even deeper into the 'I do not want to go to there' pit. "Try that instead, then."