When Liliana kissed him, Ignis found himself leaning into it, far less invested in enjoying the meal as she was, since, when you get right down to it, when he cooked, it was rarely for himself. But he also found himself wondering if those words were said more out of sympathy or pity. He didn't usually care much for either, and he needed to work out how he felt about any of them coming from her.

Not now, obviously. One more thing of many to be added to the long list of things to brood about later, but he certainly wasn't going to waste energy on it now. Not when he could instead be thinking about how charmeuse could really be quite the loud fabric when it had a mind to be, imagining Liliana moving across the room as she got up from the table and trying to construct an idea of the cut of her dress from various clues gathered earlier, though that left his mind only drifting again to the feeling of her hair between her fingers.

"Of all the places in which to potentially be lost," he noted, "I would usually prefer a kitchen, but tonight, I think I might take exception to that, when there are far better options. And that does grant us that much more time for your answer to my next question."