[Albert does his best to hide his glee at Ignis accepting. Arranging things for the new house has been a task, and they'll move soon, but he can and will take a break to enjoy exceptional company.

He reaches out, offering a hand to bring Ignis inside.]

I have indeed acquired supplies of my own.

[A light laugh. He has a grinder and a press, and the finest beans from the best shop in town, a dark roast full of flavor that he's made for himself a few times to see if he'll develop a taste for it.

Though it's improper, he leans in to press a gentle kiss to Ignis' cheek, delicately possessive, appreciative.]

I've been thinking of trying it cold sometime as well, but I can't work up the nerve.