Well. Ignis had asked for quality, and Liliana had provided it in spades with that answer. He'd leaned forward slightly, as she began, an ear tilted slightly more her way as he listened, intently, for the chance to add even more to the increasingly more complex and enchanting perception of this woman who had begun to invade nearly every corner of his mind in the past few weeks. The vague silhouette becoming slowly more articulated and actualized. He eventually settled back comfortably in his chair, glass in hand, though he didn't do much drinking from it, as she continued, and when she finished, he was quiet for a moment, as if taking the time to ensure that all the various tidbits and suggestions and confirmations and further questions were neatly organized, arranged, and filed away precisely where he would need them to be.

Then a sip of his wine, and he set what remained back down on the table as he leaned forward slightly again.

"And which," he asked, "do you like better?"