[That would be appreciated. But if Gladio's learned anything today, it's that Iris is a force to be reckoned with all on her own. His eyes move down to his hand when Ignis runs his against it, and he turns it, to both hide the bitemark, and mesh his fingers with the other.]

I don't want you seeing stuff like this as some kind of obligation.

[Even if, by gods, he couldn't help but feel a little salty about the fact Ignis may have ... not actually made it. That's something he needs to work on. But. Ignis didn't see that side. It's a private something to work on.]

We could go back to yours. That's fine with me, you don't have to stress thinking up something. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy.

[And.]

Hey. I, uh. [He moves his other hand to his pocket, handing over his (hard earned) present. A small box of actually, quite decent chocolates Iris had made for the occasion, decorated exactly alike Ignis had detailed to her, once. And intended toward someone she'd liked.

Two birds, one stone, really. He sure as hell couldn't do it himself, and this way, he stopped his sister cosying up to a potential jerk. Maybe Ignis would think he'd made them too? ...Maybe?

Either way, totally worth a couple of bites and scratches.]