Ignis was a consummate tactician and strategist, one who had been making a study of Liliana and her reactions for half a year now, so she could only assume that he knew the consequences of what his actions would be even as he claimed that highly improper kiss. She was a woman of strong passions and even though she was no longer seething, her temper was still simmered not very far below the surface.

And when he kissed her like that, it exploded.

Suddenly, there was a Liliana in his lap, hands frantic at the buttons on his shirt, mouth demanding on his. Normally, she was careful, delicate, making sure to send him off to class looking tidy and put together. Not now. Her mouth was demanding, hard enough on his that their lips would be sore later. One of her nails snagged a button and she only barely controlled it enough to keep from popping the ridiculous thing right off his shirt. She ground against his lap, impatient and demanding.

Ignis. Darling. You had to know.