The scolding nature of Ignis' little tsk was entirely at odds with the curve of his grin. "Purusing through other's missives, are we?" he chided, and, again, any reprimand inherent in the words was rather tarnished by the slight chuckle that followed, and the kiss that followed after that. "And, well, who could blame him? As charming as a host that you were, it can hardly compare to the sheer novelty of cavorting with a peer without the respobility of stewardship attached."

And if that warm smile faltered, it was but for a fleeting moment before it was back.

"Besides," he added, "I daresay, I believe the poor lad may have developed a bit of a crush..."

That tenderness lingered, though, in his next kiss, in the brush of the back of his fingers against her cheek.

"You were wonderful, though," he said, "of course. Thank you for that."