[ Noctis takes it but doesn't drink, and oh did he have a fine view of that ass all the way there and back. Ignis moves so elegantly, so gracefully -- every movement efficient. He's enraptured, and he sidles as close as he can when Ignis settles on the bed next to him.
Oh, this is good. He's pressing himself up beside him, and gives Ignis' thigh a comforting little pat. ] You're much hotter than an old woman. [ A beat. ] I should call you Hot Stuff.
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Oh, this is good. He's pressing himself up beside him, and gives Ignis' thigh a comforting little pat. ] You're much hotter than an old woman. [ A beat. ] I should call you Hot Stuff.