[The kiss to Albert's hand makes him give Ignis a wry half-smile, endlessly charmed, but pulling him into his arms makes Albert tip his head back for a joyous little laugh. Maybe they should dance. His hand holding the rose balances against Ignis' back as he looks into those gentle green eyes, enchanted.

Albert straightens a bit and sways Ignis in the open space between the dining table and the couch.]

I never made it home.

[His smile won't fade, won't so much as wilt, even at the cheekiness.]

Promise me you'll come make wonderful memories with me in my new home. The bathroom in the largest bedroom is magnificent, and when you see the bed, you'll get endless ideas.

[A little cheek leveled back at him as he turns them slowly through the room.]