Words were usually among his weapons of choice; it only seemed smart to employ a few things in her arsenal with those kisses as a pre-emptive strike, really. All's fair and all that, so on and so forth.

"Then it is a very good thing, indeed, that we should have plenty of time to get to all of it," Ignis murmured back, and employed a little bit else from Liliana's playbook with a slight nip to her lower lip, although the drift from there to her neck was entirely a maneuver that ranked among his frequent favorites, and seemed entirely even more appropriate with the way the particular topic of time pulled something a bit differently in his chest these days.

The time spent lingering there along her neck, however, for now, was brief, and his lips were soon brought back to hers, carrying an apology this time. "But if you'll excuse me," he said, "I'll be needing to add our fruit de la mer about now."