It's most certainly not all right. Not so long as you are thinking such thoughts.

[Despite his harsh words, Ignis settles his head on Ardyn's shoulder, fingers of his free hand making their way into the man's hair.]

I've been exiled by that terrible brute, you see. I have no choice but to seek refuge with you beloved, at least until I--and I quote--'kiss the kicked puppy dog look' off your face. We can begin now, of course, or wait a while. I'm content here, by your side.