[Gladio arrives neither early nor late, giving Ravus time to get ready without playing mind games or making Ravus wait on him. There's something to be said for punctuality.

...and also for a well-fitting suit. When Ravus opens the door, once again he is tempted to cancel their plans for leaving the nearest bedroom.]

Not going for the subtle approach, are you? I suppose you're not concerned with being in cognito.

[Forget about this getting back to Professor Highwind. If Gladio is taking him out flashing signs of the royal family, it's liable to end up in the tabloids.

Thank the astrals he insisted this take place at semester's end, rather than risking it earlier.

Besides, it's not like Ravus has room to talk. His white suit is pretty inconspicuous, and if he takes off his jacket, there's a Tenebraen crest emblazoned on his waistcoat. He knows this song and dance, displaying status in order to impress. Gladio is here to prove something, to stake a claim.

Ravus slides the strap of his satchel over his shoulder.]

Come on then, before people start gossiping. You have room in your trunk for this, do you not?