Ignis rolls over, body following Gladio's as the Shield moves to sit on the edge of the bed. A surprise, is it? Well, that certainly has his attention.

If he's going to fail at something in life, Ignis supposes there are worse things to fail at than sleeping in.

He wraps his arms around Gladio's waist, settling his head on the man's shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck as he does, "Is this a good surprise or one I'm going to have to do damage control for?"