Even on his way down, Ignis clung to Gladio like a burr. Right then, there was no way he'd let him go if he had his way. Not when his lover smelled so good and was so warm against his skin. Rumbling under his breath, Ignis moved just enough to slide a clawed hand into Gladio's hair, the touch deceptively gentle as he carded his fingers through the thickening strands.

"You smell like us."

His voice was slowly sharpening, losing that cultured edge as the change slowly slid over him, each second pushing him closer to his were side.