And here Ignis was firmly in the mindset that anyone who didn't consider himself lucky to be able to kneel before Liliana was the truly foolish one.

But he rose easily at her urging, after slipping that ring into place and just taking...a moment, to note how perfect the fit was and this new subtle different in the familiar feeling of her hands, and when he did, his arm slipped back around her, pulled her back in, a position even he would agree was a much better one for him to be in.

"Perish the thought," he stated as he settled back into her. "You know I am nothing if not a man of my word, Liliana, whether I say it once, thrice, or sometimes not even outloud at all."

Such as all the unspoken promises now laced within every kiss, more so now than ever before.