"Tch, clothing," Ignis echoed around a smirk, "indeed."

And should Liliana be privy to all of his deep and decidedly unbrooding thoughts right now, she would know that he actually did consider leaving his hands where they were, on her cool and newly revealed skin, warmed as much by his touch as by the sun, merely because that was where he wanted them to be, and it was his birthday, after all, and what better day to just indulge in what he wanted to? But he also wanted her hands on his skin, so he would gladly delay the immediate urge to facilitate the other in helping, fastidiously attending to a few buttons before shifting to better reach the buckle of his belt.

"Why don't we also," he murmured with lips seeking to be as industrious as his hands in the area they had abandoned, "dispense of wrapping on gifts or the satisfaction of a reveal? The anticipation of unwrapping a treat, of unraveling a particularly difficult and stubborn knot?"