That hand in his hair. Scratching at his scalp is nearly as good as the sex they just had. A low rumble escapes him, more wolf than man as he happily enjoys Ignis' attentions, a smile on his face as the other peeks down after a bit and graces him with those words.

"They wouldn't be wrong." He points put, and finally reaches a paw like hand to pull one of those blankets over his back, nesting in comfortably since they were going to be there for some time. "Besides, that's fine. As long as they call me your mate to go along with it."

Tomorrow was going to work out just fine, Gladio would make sure of it after the morning Ignis had.