Hmm.

[ Ignis taps his lips with a finger, trying to play it as cool as possible. While utterly flailing inside, between a. the way Gladio is actually looking at him, and him alone, a treat he doesn't usually get, b. thinking that being finger-fed will probably be interesting, if messy, and probably nice, and c. utter panic at people seeing him this messy.

He licks his lips, hand folding back down over the menu. ] Perhaps, when we are not in public.

[ His eyes hold Gladio's for a long moment more, and then they drop down to the menu. ]

What did you have when the place won you over, anyway? Garula steak with, mm. String beans?