"And yet again," Ignis allowed but purred with the compliment, the deep and rumbling sound reminiscent of some large cat, "you effortlessly find a way to improve on perfection, 'Iana. I would love nothing more," There was a soft sigh of fond remembrance for the last time they'd gone stargazing, "than to have you paint this sky in my mind's eye for me.

"Though, of course," he added, as his body moved with hers almost without thinking, "perhaps not quite yet."