Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Liliana would not have to peer far, because Ignis was right there at the door, one of his hands lifted as if he was just about to knock in all of his restlessness to speak with her. But the door opened well before he could get there, and there was the waft of her scent in the air and the sound of her voice playing at one of his favorite sounds it could make, his very own name, and he smiled, a deep, relieved, grateful smile.

"Oh," he breathed out with a sigh, "hello. There you are. I've decided I don't much care for New Zealand. No...no, that's not it, it's not New Zealand, it sounds like a very lovely country and I'm glad for the opportunity to have visited, it's the company I found I didn't care for too much. Because it wasn't you, quite frankly, and then the poetry..."

His breath staggered for a moment, and Ignis leaned against the doorframe after taking a moment to grope for it and reassure himself of its position. He then leaned toward her, as if being drawn closer by her sheer gravity, and a pained expression crossed his face, but it was fleeting, as he thought I should kiss her and he also thought I should probably never kiss her again...

So instead, he lifted up the bottle in his other hand and held it forward. "This," he informed her, "is for you. I've tried some." About half the bottle, in fact. "And it's very good. A nice red. Very rich, very sweet, almost like velvet, would pair excellently with a glazed meat or chocolate. I think you'll like it."