The slimmer man was still fighting a fuzzy head and working to slow his thundering heart when Gladio settled his head on his chest and without needing to think on it, Ignis' hand moved to card clawed fingers through thick, dark fur. Even after his change, his digits remained slim, almost fox-like in build though there was no mistaking the wolf in the rest of him. He was lithe where Gladio was bulk and he knew they'd cut a striking pair when it came time to present himself to the pack the following night.

Sighing softly, Ignis let himself drift a several long moments before finally cracking open that vivid green eyes to peer down at Gladio, smiling a bit at the sight of the adoration there.

"Keep that up and someone will call you a lovesick puppy tomorrow night."