It was the sort of kiss that almost...almost...made Ignis want to rework a few of his finely tuned calculations; to let the moment ripen without going so far as to let it spoil. But hadn't that been his excuse, this whole time, it wasn't ready yet, he'd been waiting for that perfect moment, and here they were, speaking on exactly that, and if this wasn't it, then would there truly ever be one? To have a perfect opening and not seize it was foolhardy and dangerous and no doubt a swift move toward defeat...

A soft breath of a laugh escaped. "You certainly have done a spectacular job in making it a rather stiff," and how could he not pull her in a bit more sharply there, with a spread of his grin to match, "competition, my love. But I do believe that this night just might have the opportunity to leave its competitors in the dust. But it once again hinges on the answer to but a single question. Liliana..."

He released her for a moment, to spin her out with the music, and when he draw her back in again, his arm caught her to pull her in even closer. This wasn't exactly how he'd planned and plotted for this to happen; there had been a whole preamble (of course he did) that he was now abandoning on the cutting room floor for the sake of dramatic moment, but he didn't want to put it off a second longer, no matter how much he had enjoyed all the different ways he could find to dance around it. Ignis caught Liliana as he gently pulled her back, turning her toward him, with his steady and adoring gaze made no less intense by its sightlessness.

"Will you marry me?"