[He smirks at that! The amusement plays in his eyes, briefly, as he considers the implications of his father answering the door to... that.]

Yeah? And what if I gave it a go and fell in love? We might have to cancel date night.

[He should not be asking that. Or insinuating that. And he knows it- so he merely gives Ignis a small, careful look, just to ensure he won't get tapped somewhere vital. Like a kidney. Or even worse, that Ignis might play along and cancel. Even jokingly.

...And he changes the subject.]

We got some things. And I'd never refuse your cooking. But you shouldn't look after me. You look after everyone already.