[A soft, semi-defected sigh escapes him when the question comes moments after her lips part from his.]

Three. Under duress.

[What had made them think, in those moments of pushing him across to the then-stranger who had been watching him, that Ignis would want anything to do with their plan? No doubt they hadn't considered that he would actually gain a relationship out of it (Gladio, personally, had been shocked that Ignis had stayed to talk to the women at all), or that he would still be in that relationship, several months later.

They had taken to one another easily, immediately finding common ground not in background, but in wit and humour. She was not the kind of woman that he had ever considered he might be interested in, when he considered it at all, and yet here they were.]

We are at Galdin Quay, and you need to ask why? [His smile is small but amused, and he leans down to plant another light kiss on her lips. She loves the beach, and he needs little more reason, but that isn't all.]

I thought we might have a meal, perhaps spend the night here if you were willing. [Ignis' attention shifts away, to the sound of music drifting off the dock. He looks in the direction of it for a few moments more, then takes both of Kate's hands in his.]

Can you dance?