Don't worry, darling, her steward would never tell. Your secret was safe with him.

Liliana sighed softly, sweetly into that kiss, closing her eyes as she gave herself up to it entirely, face tilted up to his, lips gentle and yearning. Her hands didn't cup his face in return, instead gliding up his arms and then down his chest, not yet clutching the front of his shirt in wordless demand, but simply delighting in the shape and feel of him under well-tailored cloth.

"Ignis..." she whispered when he finally pulled away, his name hanging in the air between them, flavored with longing.