Don't encourage her worst instincts, Ignis. That was how Darkfire happened.

Liliana stood, letting the towel fall from her body, and reached for the pajamas. Look, even if Ignis couldn't appreciate it visually, Liliana was a woman of drama and aesthetics. "Such quality," she murmured with clear approval. Again, their fingers brush, her fingers much warmer than they'd been before the bath. "Thank you," she murmured. "I didn't--" Again, that pause, but this time she pushed on and made herself finish. "I didn't know where else to go. Other than to my house, but I would have been alone."