"Tempting as though that may be," Ignis drawled in a way that seemed to have sucked up every ounce of dry sarcasm available to him, "I do hate to get in the way of an agenda, especially one as perfectly thought out as this one. Let us go and answer that call of the open road, meu amor."

Which might be slightly delayed, as he reached over to find her hand, but good things need not be rushed.