Head tilting back just that little bit more, a sound escaped Ignis, mostly a low, appreciative moan with just a touch of a gasp.

"I'll have to take your word for it," he murmured, hand drifting up to the back of her neck, into the soft curls of her hair.

"But I also suspect..." he said, lowering his head again, as his hand moved to trail a finger forward along her jawline, until it could curl under her chin and gently lift her face toward his. When he then went to kiss her again, he deliberately bypassed her lips entirely to land it against the jawline, where he followed the path his finger had taken until he reached her earlobe. His tongue ushered it in between his teeth for a bite with a slight pull as he pulled away, only far enough to finish is thought in a whisper.

"You'd look even better in mine."