Tidus is the one not to notice anything next. His face in his stew bowl, he's rather preoccupied at the moment, taking a flicker of a look in Inigo's direction that doesn't come back again when he lowers the bowl, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist.

And he catches Inigo staring at him. Tidus stares back, not getting to the drop of sauce on the tip of his nose.

"... What?" Huh?? "Right now?"

Inigo wants him to get things sorted right this second???