"All right," Ignis is hardly going to argue with a suggestion like that, especially since he's sure Gladio will be much more comfortable on the bed than on the floor. He waits patiently for the Shield to settle and then carefully crawls onto the bed himself, hands feeling in front of him so he can figure out how Gladio's positioned himself. Once he does, a small, slightly sly smile crosses his face.

"It seems you've prepared a special seat just for me. I'm honored."

Surely, Gladio is just imagining how Ignis' fingers linger as they brush against his legs. Nothing going on here!