Yes, I've witnessed your persistence. [He should add something like, 'I hope you didn't go to too much trouble', but honestly, Ravus finds the thought of Gladio laboring to arrange this in order to impress him intoxicating. Ravus knows his own worth. A man should go to some troubles in order to woo him.]

I think the man who has the head chef waiting on him in a private room merits a title of respect. 'Gladio' bowled me over in the lawn while I was grading papers. 'Mr. Amicitia' escorted me by the arm into the city's finest restaurant...and is going to escort me back to his home.

[He raises an eyebrow and gives Gladio's thigh a hard press with the ball of his foot, baiting him to disagree.

As much as he is eager to get back to the apartment, he's enjoying this game. He savors the meal, drinks freely from his wine glass, and watches the show Gladio puts on for him.]

My grandmother used to say there is no good wine outside of Tenebrae. I believe she has finally been proved wrong.

[He smirks.] Perhaps we should stay longer and order a second bottle. [He's absolutely teasing, sensing how impatient Gladio is becoming.]