Gladio smirks at the words but the lingering touches make his breath catch in his chest, still so strange after so long of dreaming it. He catches one of Iggy's hands, draws it up to press a kiss to his fingertips, like he had at the storytelling fire.

"You should be." Honored that is. How many people would he let sit in his lap?

Okay, honestly, he'd be cool with sleeping cuddled up with quite a few people but this was different. This was Ignis, this was a dream come true.