[Ignis was stunning at the best of times. It was almost frightening, actually. Possessive of the most measured gazes, gaze always sharp, always looking like wheels were turning, even when he was relaxed. Some thought him severe- his looks, combined with the very proper manner of which he behaved, as well as his tendency to be serious at all times could be seen as intimidating. Not him. But even then, he'd not seen him when he smiled, when his face softened.

... And Gods. It was a nice sight to see. Especially when he laughed, smiling like that. He leans into the kiss, grateful, so damn grateful, that he hadn't screwed it up.

He keeps it light, because, of course, where they are, but he can't help but sigh softly at the feel of the other's manicured fingers at his shaved jaw.]

No way. [He answers, as he moves his arm to pull Ignis' legs up on his lap.] Then I'd have to consider you agreeing to come another gift. Then you'd be out some chocolates for no reason at all, and I'd be out a bag of really fancy coffee beans.

[He can't help but pull slightly at the other man's body, to try and get him to put his weight on him again.]

Seriously, though. Thanks for saying yes. I like spending time with you. More than anything, actually.