[How does any man have lashes that long? He can see thin hints of green peering up through those lashes at him, hear those hints playing in Ignis' voice, enough to wonder all over again if Ignis is doing this with the intent of just riling him up or if he actually means it. In either case, he's falling for it, hard, because the idea of getting to-- somewhere with Ignis, wherever that might be and that doesn't mean some secluded spot outside, would be... well.

Better than he might have thought on the idea before tonight.]

Definitely. Any place would be... perfect. [His eyes drop down to the menu, studying it before realizing that what Ignis had suggested, topped off by their talk of behemoth steaks past, sounds fairly amazing at this point.]

Suppose I'll bite on your suggestion. [On you, not saying that out loud-] You've got my stomach interested in steak. [You.]