[ Oh, they're just going fully into the stereotype of sneaking touches in the dark, aren't they. Ignis doesn't stiffen out of fear or concern, or try to move. Instead, he shudders in a breath and lets himself relax against his king, like it's the easiest thing in the world to get back to how his body knew Noctis'. Maybe it's not quite as graceful as it used to be, but he does try, shifting a little closer so he can press a kiss to Noctis' temple, smiling. ]

Trust me, I'm not particularly thrilled about the idea of removing them any time soon either, but I will want my coffee eventually.

[ A gentle sort of warning; he'll touch and he'll push at the boundaries but he's going to remove his hands if it gets too far. A little quicker after that pause, explaining: ]

I'm going to stat filing the appropriate paperwork to...get at least the basics of this started, tomorrow. If you like.