Gladio sighs, a touch over-dramatically, as he reluctantly loosens his hold on Ignis. He lingers holding that gorgeous green gaze, though, as he puts a socially acceptable amount of distance between them. (Barely.) "Social standards are a lot more lax here in Sex City, but I'm sure yours aren't," he remarks, not without fondness. He loves Iggy, decorum and all. It's one of the things he likes best about him, even, even if it's primarily in the context of teasing that sense of decorum or enticing him into letting it fall apart. He wouldn't be Iggy without it, so Gladio can hardly begrudge it.

"So what're you planning on making tonight?" he asks, to steer them into less sexy waters. (Not that Iggy really gave him a chance to get going, but he doesn't really mind. A lot easier to stop early than late.) Besides, the Six knows how much he's missed Iggy's cooking; he's interested in this subject, too. "Besides the pastries, of course."

There's no shot Iggy is going to hear that Noct has been without his cooking for months and won't whip up a new tasting of pastries. As far as Ignis' cooking goes, that's his specific thing with Noct, and Iggy is far too sensitive to Noct's desires to even wait for someone to think about telling him that Noct might have missed them. He's no doubt already inferred it and is making dinner plans accordingly.

"And are you planning on using any of these new fruits for them? They're obviously not gonna be what Noct remembers, but I wouldn't put it past you to try it just to see how they come out."