[It is what Ravus asked for. He's just not used to being obliged so competently in this foreign land. He lets Gladio take the bag, and draws back his hair from the left side of his shoulder to give Gladio unhindered access to his lapel. He's comfortable being waited on, so he doesn't try to take the flower and pin it to himself.]
Perhaps I should put my mark upon you as well...
[He eyes the tan skin of Gladio's neck above the collar of his shirt. No, bad Ravus. If he puts his moutn on Gladio's skin, he can't guarantee he'll stop for them to go get dinner.]
But it wouldn't do to be late. Did you park nearby?
[His face is only a little flushed, though with the intense way Gladio's been studying him, Ravus doubts it went unnoticed.]
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Perhaps I should put my mark upon you as well...
[He eyes the tan skin of Gladio's neck above the collar of his shirt. No, bad Ravus. If he puts his moutn on Gladio's skin, he can't guarantee he'll stop for them to go get dinner.]
But it wouldn't do to be late. Did you park nearby?
[His face is only a little flushed, though with the intense way Gladio's been studying him, Ravus doubts it went unnoticed.]