It was such a small thing, and yet Alcuin felt so good about it. He really did like making other people happy.

"Good," he said, sounding pleased.

And then, after taking the plate of food - "Thank you," and brushed his lips to Ignis' cheek, before settling back onto one of the stools. D'Angelines were tactile, warm, and wouldn't occur to him that such casual touch might not have been well received.