My Land, My Rules

Having little interest in his own tarts at the moment, that easily left Ignis with a free hand, perfect for finding Liliana's hip and the sliding to the small of her back when she lean in, as if to keep her close.

"Perfectly peaceful," he declared, "although...and I know this may sound quite unbelievabl, but I have been wrong on a...few occasions..."

And with that, he leaned in a little himself, lowering his face toward her ear, to whisper (for the discretion of course), "Perhaps I could be moved to return the favor."