They were, truly, the words of a man who'd made peace with the fact that he'd lost his one true love to the cruel fate of his homeworld many, many years ago...

A man who, presently, was just going to linger a moment in the shadow of that kiss, turning just a sliver too late after she'd slipped off the hood to do much more than reach out for slight drift of his fingers against her moving form, and Ignis slipped away accordingly, that slight beat later. Another moment, too, once he'd made his way to the passenger side door to just...collect himself, to shift gears once more, but to also keep that very close, to revel in it and its tantalizing promise of more...eventually.

He slid in beside her and closed the door, and the only thing that kept him from not immediately employing both hands to appreciate the interior of the car, as well as he had the exterior, was that familiar weight being settled into his palm, and he gave another huff of a laugh.

"Excellent choice," he said. "I do have exceptional taste."

And, really, was it of any surprise at all that, when he opened the music box with a pleased smile, and it played something achingly familiar.