Gladio murmmers an affirmation, sucking a mark dark on Ignis' skin. His clawed hands work on the shirt, and occasionally one of the buttons pop, especially with how he gets to the end and starts to fumble a bit.

"Mm, didn't mean to, but I'll make it up to you. You know I will, babe." He does let him go though, at least enough sense left to leave the living room, maybe. "Should get into the bedroom, tho, cuz I might not let you up again."