Only those words that would then very much be spoken. And they weren't having that.

They danced in silence for a bit, content to just feel and be and move in tandem. Eventually, however, Liliana chuckled and said, "Oh, I nearly forgot. I have a present for you."

She ignored Ignis' protests, spinning herself under his arm and out while her free hand reached to her hip, the gentle chiming of the Chain Veil a reminder of its omnipresence, and tucked into one of the cunningly hidden pockets of her gown. And then she spun back in again, and slid her 'gift' into his hand.

It was a piece of laminated cardboard, only an inch or so on a side, folded to create a small ridge at the top and bottom of the square. There were small holes punctured through the ridges, top and bottom both, as if something very small and thin were meant to pass through them.

And indeed something was, as in the furthest set of holes on the square was a metal sliver, the kind of thing that would chime if laid down carefully on a countertop.

Assuming he didn't know from just that, pulling the item free would tell him what it was immediately.

A golden hairpin, like the many that held Liliana's hair up in an elegant chignon at the top of her head.