There was an instant of tension in Ingis when he heard the door being opened and a shiver of magic as he readied himself to call a weapon to his hand, but between the hand in his hair and the footfalls he's learned so well, he knew everything was fine. That didn't mean he didn't grunt a rather disgruntled complaint about being interrupted even as the faint sting in his lip reminded him that the interruption was likely to be more of a pause than a full stop.
There was no shame in Ignis' posture as well. He might look rumpled thanks to the warm weight that was just pressed close and the hand in his hair, but he wore the look well. After all, he'd long since given up trying to keep a sense of decorum when he was around Gladio for too long. He knew he wasn't possible.
Of course, the sound of the heavy coat pulled a hint of a frown from him but there was no chastisement. In fact, he let his head drop back against the cushion behind him even as his hand dipped just under Gladio's shirt to glide along the warm skin there.
"I assume Prompto saved you in time to avoid any marriage proposals? I'd hate to hear about some lovely young lady crying that the King didn't take her seriously."
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There was no shame in Ignis' posture as well. He might look rumpled thanks to the warm weight that was just pressed close and the hand in his hair, but he wore the look well. After all, he'd long since given up trying to keep a sense of decorum when he was around Gladio for too long. He knew he wasn't possible.
Of course, the sound of the heavy coat pulled a hint of a frown from him but there was no chastisement. In fact, he let his head drop back against the cushion behind him even as his hand dipped just under Gladio's shirt to glide along the warm skin there.
"I assume Prompto saved you in time to avoid any marriage proposals? I'd hate to hear about some lovely young lady crying that the King didn't take her seriously."