Ignis's hand felt warm against hers. Or maybe it was just the booze telling her brain everything was awesome. Either way. Everything was awesome. She tried to glance out the side of her eye at him, but couldn't help turning her head. Coordinating herself to be stealthy was quite a bit harder after several drinks. He caught her trying to look and turned his own head. His eyes were a beautiful green, and she wanted to reach up and take off those glasses of his to get a better look, but decided against it. In her current state she was just as likely to accidentally smack them off his face as she was to seductively slide them down his nose, fold the wings in and tuck one of them snugly in her shirt between her breasts.

"Gil for your thoughts?" he asked.

"Your eyes are just as sexy as your glasses." She answered. Then immediately felt her ears tingle. Looks like she was losing her filter. Godsdamn alcohol. Not that she had much of a filter to begin with. But still. He cleared his throat and shoved his finger along the bridge of his nose to settle his glasses in a habit so familiar she could mimic it.

"Your eyes are lovely as well, do not discount yourself." He replied.

"Oh come on and take a compliment." She nudged him. Or meant to just nudge. This was more of a, throw her body off balance and hope neither of them hit the ground type of nudge.

"Whoah, careful." He urged, catching both her shoulders with his hands to help steady her. She hoped Lunafreya was this drunk too, and half regretted not getting to see how ridiculous the proper woman was being with Noctis. But only half-regret. Maybe one quarter. She giggled a little at the thought and shook her head.

"I'm okay." She insisted.

"Do you wish to turn back?" He asked. She shook her head and waved a hand,

"Never. You make good company." she insisted.

"As do you." He replied. He was holding himself as stiff as ever, and she needed to change that. She stood up on her toes, not wearing her usual heels she barely came up to his shoulder. But still she was able to catch his lips, and he made the task easier by leaning into her. The hands on her shoulders wrapped around her upper back and she did the same around his neck. The moment lingered, and when they parted that stiff expression on his face had been replaced by a smile. She wondered what he'd be like if drunk. And made a mental note, that she was sure to forget in about fifteen seconds, that she needed to make it a point to get him drunk herself.

"You're smart. You like reading?" She asked.

"In fact I do." He replied.

"I stole one of Gladiolus's books. That one about the princess who becomes a knight? It's really good."

"It is. It is not my favorite book, but with limited options on this venture it did help me pleasantly pass some time when Gladiolus had finished with it." They walked, exchanging talks of books and films, of how time was passed on some of Aranea's long missions or what Ignis did to occupy his time when he wasn't busy attending to Noctis. They didn't wander far from Hammerhead, rather, walked in large laps around the safe area surrounding the buildings. They didn't return until dark, and Ignis decided he simply didn't care about the suggestive glances from Gladiolus or Prompto's clear curiosity. Noctis and Lunafreya were expectedly unaccounted for, and he couldn't entirely blame them.

"It's too nice out to turn it." Aranea said when she saw them starting to turn in towards the door inside the garage.

"Shall we continue to walk?" Ignis asked.

"Legs are jello. Why don't we sit?" Aranea replied. She thought about suggesting a movie, then wrinkled her nose when her brain caught up to her. "We can steal Gladiolus's book." She said instead.

"I prefer to consider it borrowing, since I have every intention of returning the book." Ignis replied. Their walk changed towards the Regalia, and after a bit of rifling Aranea held the book above her head, and winked at Ignis after humming a silly little victory tune.

They crossed back to the garage, but weren't quite ready to give up the fresh air, even if the pavement was not the most comfortable of seats. Ignis leaned back against the cool wall of the building, and Aranea settled down beside him. He pulled the book out and held it where they could both see the pages. He wasn't sure if he was hearing her mumbling the words beside him, but it wasn't enough to disturb his reading. A few paragraphs in and he felt a weight against his arm. He smiled, adjusting himself so she rested against him more comfortably and turned back to the book.