Oh, that brief moment of surprise that told Ignis that Liliana had no doubt tried the wine and that it had caught her just slightly off-guard was indeed sweeter than anything he could ever hope to serve, and he savored it with his own sip (and, yes, indeed, quite a few notes, including one to pay a bit more attention to harvesting months for their next venture into vintnership). But while it was quite good, his attention was only for something much better. Let him get drunk, instead, on that smoky drawl and all the ways in which she had claimed every little aspect of his life, and made it richer, brighter, more worthwhile. The ways in which it became increasingly more difficult to imagine a world untouched by those cool hands, and why would have want to imagine such a thing, anyway?

Tell her something about himself? That she didn't already know? Impossible, what more could there truly be to uncover, when she already knew so much more than anyone ever had?

"That's just the thing, though, 'Iana," he said, arm around her as she pressed into him, one hand gently curling underneath her chin. "You needn't make any effort at all. You never have. From the very moment I met you, nothing could ever be the same again. Though you know I will always appreciate a good, thorough strategy, flawlessly executed."