"Terrifying," said Ignis, deep in his throat that he hoped she could feel, especially as his head tilted back like an invitation, "is precisely the word for it, as well..."

One might accuse him of exaggeration, but this birthday charcuterie had left such a lasting impact for so long that Ignis almost wished he had already been blind back then...

"And this may shock you to hear, my darling," he said, as his hand brushed slowly up her thing, "but when given the option between knowledge and a surprise, I will almost always prefer the former."

It might give him the opportunity, after all, to construct a convincing argument if whatever she was planning was altogether too much, if anything.