And just as he felt the car stopping beneath them, Ignis could feel those sharp and attentive eyes on him, though the emotion coursing through him as quickly as that heartbeat right now was one close to suspicion, almost. Mistrust, perhaps, because it seemed so utterly inconceivable, and yet...

Cautiously, he took a sip.

The deep, guttural, longing groan that wedged out of him then could not be helped. And he took another drink, a longer, deeper pull from the can and, no. No, there was no denying it. This was Ebony.

Both hands were on the can now, even a thumb brushing along the rim, as if to confirm that it was, in fact, real, and he sucked in a very slow breath.

"How did you even get this?" he asked, his voice somewhere between marveling and demanding.

And then he remembered his fingers brushing against several more inside the cooler.

"Is there a whole case?"