Ignis felt as thought he might never want to have to leave that kiss, but, once he did, he had to smile at the requestion.

"Liliana Vess," he murmured back, but there was a strong steadiness to it, an assurance, that he would ask it as many times as she wanted him to, as she needed him to, over and over again until his voice was raw and hoarse and fading, "will you marry me?"