[Oh... Eichi is not some weird assassin that just chills in Noct's tent waiting to strike, so this is fine. Ignis leans back, and even offers a smirk. Who knows what he's thinking.]

No need. He wouldn't have gotten up for you, anyway. [He could take out his own phone for this, but after a second of thought, he's decided to just patting the side of his face instead.] He needs to get up-- [pat] and accommodate-- [pat]-- his guest. Your name...?