[Ravus takes Gladio's arm. Etiquette dictates so, and besides, Ravus is impressed at the lengths Gladio has gone to for this date. No ordinary student would have the means or the connections to demand a special menu in a private room in this place.]
What was it you mentioned earlier about business casual? [He murmurs as he turns to let Gladio remove his jacket. At least with the doors between them and the rest of the restaurant, the crest of Tenebrae won't make a stir as it is exposed.]
You really spared no expense, Mr. Amicitia.
[He takes a seat and slips one foot out of his dress shoe. As Gladio sits across from him, Ravus lets his foot find Gladio's and begin to rub against his ankle. Between the table cloth and the room dividers, he's confident enough that the action won't be observed by anyone else.]
Wine? [He asks with a grin as he inches his foot higher up Gladio's leg.]
I'm cool with that!
What was it you mentioned earlier about business casual? [He murmurs as he turns to let Gladio remove his jacket. At least with the doors between them and the rest of the restaurant, the crest of Tenebrae won't make a stir as it is exposed.]
You really spared no expense, Mr. Amicitia.
[He takes a seat and slips one foot out of his dress shoe. As Gladio sits across from him, Ravus lets his foot find Gladio's and begin to rub against his ankle. Between the table cloth and the room dividers, he's confident enough that the action won't be observed by anyone else.]
Wine? [He asks with a grin as he inches his foot higher up Gladio's leg.]