Gods. Gladio can't help but be thankful Ignis understood. That he said it in the way his mate could understand. Being a lycan didn't matter, the Night court didn't matter, only how much he cared about him. And, as friends and advisors, how they take care of Noctis.

"You're beautiful." He sighed out, tilting his head into the touch of his lover doggedly,and he leans in to kiss him, showing how to fit their forms together like this. "But I did make a mess of you. Are you ready to go inside?"