There were a few points of interest there that Ignis could have latched onto: a wry remark about how he was surprised, that the words 'early' and 'morning' in such close proximity hadn't scared her off of the premise entirely; a staunch refusal for anything involving fishing, just to ensure that was crystal-clear; a simple admission that he did rather enjoy a good Argentine wine, and to be able to experience some straight from the source...

But that last part quieted all of them, and he had to grin.

"Ah," he said, "there's the hook."

And now both of his hands had found their way to Liliana's back, making it all the easier to draw her in closer and kiss her, a kiss to compliment her on weaving together such an excellent rebuttal to the arguments he didn't even voice, a kiss that became deeper and more complex the more he actually thought about just how good it actually was.