"It seemed brilliant in my bathtub..." Liliana murmured back. Of course, in her fantasy, she had been much less affected that she was currently, enjoying the temptation she was subjecting Ignis to, rather than falling prey to it herself. She had not underestimated his appeal - oh no, her instincts were very clear on the dangers of underestimating this man and that in itself sent a frisson of excitement through her - but she had certainly overestimated her ability to remain aloof from his charms.

"I believe that now you are aware the trap was sprung, your attention will be on avoiding being caught by it..." she continued with a soft gasp as his lips hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Hardly any fun...or where your attention should be." She was, in fact, entirely pleased with it where it was, focused on her near entirely, leaving her basking in it like a cat in a sunbeam.

"But...you are my guest..." she added, running her nails lightly up the arm he was using to pull her in closer. "What is it that you want, Ignis?"

How often did people ask him that? How often did he ask himself that? And how often did he indulge himself with the answer?