"Not at all. It wouldn't do to embarrass you by being a brute."

He teases, eyes bright as Ignis, so quick he could have missed it, teases his thumb. Gladio rumbles in pleasure, in want for him, and he passes over his mouth one more time before sliding his fingers down his neck, undoing the first button of his shirt.

"Although, I know you like when I am in private."

Gladio has been always pretty easy to read, and right now he's obviously debating in his head if he can get away with sexing Ignis up in their kitchen.