And with encouragement like that, how could Ignis respond with anything but a few slow kisses along that offered neck, three in total, taking their time in moving from the first practically against her collarbone, the second about halfway up, the third against her jawline. And, well, since he was there, a nibble on her earlobe for good measure.

"And is that mail," he asked, far less interested in what the answer was than he was in how the question was answered, "still unopened?"