Alcuin's eyes widened at the last bit. "Oh Ignis, my room. It's hideous. Hearts and flowers everywhere, bright red paint, velvet furniture. It looks like..."

He nearly said it looks like someone's idea of where a Servant of Naamah might entertain if they think poorly of us but found that he was skittish of telling Ignis this part of himself.

"It's hideous," he finished.