That possessive growl isn't allowed to stand alone. Ignis turns his head toward Gladio, matching him growl for growl and snapping playfully at him. At the same time, he arches up into the Shield, shifting his balance enough that he can wrap one leg around Gladio, resting his heel against the back of his lover's knee.

"I have one free hand," he all but purrs in Gladio's ear as said hand tightens once more in Gladio's hair, "and two free legs. How hard would you like me to try?"