Well, now, who didn't love a good costume change leading into the next act? There was no small amount of satisfaction in the confirmation of which of the two possibilities for Liliana's suddenly mostly silent wardrobe was at play here, and Ignis very clearly needed to know more. When she moved in closer, he pushed back his chair, to make more room, to draw her in closer and into his lap to close the gap and make it that much easier for his hands to take in the details that his eyes could not.

Of course, he'd been aware of the apparent arrival of dessert, a sliver of his brain always reserved for that survival instinct of awareness, though it was, admittedly, dulled significantly in favor of those deep, longing kisses. It helped, too, that he was willing to dismiss it entirely right now. Ironic, really, as dessert had been chosen specifically as one of those favorites that could have been the answer to her last question, but in that moment, he was wondering if his initial response was far more accurate than he'd thought.