Ah, the kiss soothes his wounded pride at being laughed at--although truthfully it wasn't wounded at all. Ignis follows obediently when he's pulled, letting Felih lead him.

"It's not that... I am happy to tell the world we're mates," Ignis pushes up his glasses in a nervous habit--except he doesn't have those anymore, so he just covers it up by rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Sex is just so... private. We're a reserved people. To think we're broadcasting what we do in private so openly--it's just awkward."