Now, this close, Ignis might notice the glow in Gladio's eyes that suggested that no, this wasn't him. There was nothing of recognition in his eyes, only a hunger, a need, a heat. One hand grasped cloth and it darkened his expression into a scowl, so he jerked hard on it. The cloth strained, then the buttons gave way in a series of pops that sent the buttons bouncing out of view, and a second jerk pulled down on the material in a try either to get him down to the ground or it off, hard to say.