Clearly we have seen very different improv shows.

[Ignis' tone is bone dry, but softens again as he adds.]

And you give yourself too little credit. You do much better than fifty-fifty with everything you try.

[Ignis shakes his head, smiling again. He's still a little stunned that this happened, that he let it happen, but he feels too giddy with Noctis this close to let doubt start to crowd in yet.]

That can be arranged, I think.

[Ignis steals another kiss and then sinks back into the sofa, pulling Noctis with him this time so if he were any closer he'd have to be in Ignis' lap.]