Aranea has a smug smirk on her face. "So I heard it's someone's birthday today." She purrs. "I didn't get you a present. What do I gotta do for you to forgive me?" Her fingers playfully tug on his collar, lightly brushing his jaw before she steps away just out of reach.
“Hm, I wonder.” Ignis’ expression may be carefully neutral as he endures her teasing touch, but there’s a wolfish gleam in his gaze. Oh Aranea you are playing with fire today. He taps his chin in a dramatic mockery of consideration, playing at the laughable thought that he might actually need to think about what he’d ask of her given such a blatant opportunity. “It’s a high crime to forget a man’s birthday in Lucis you know, but I might be convinced to consider a pardon. I seem to remember a lovely little collar that might do the trick.”