I think after our last date, I've earned the right to call you whatever I please.

[He seems to recall that 'naughty wench' and 'slut' had made quite the impact on the gentleman across from him.

After Gladio's little stunt, which does not make Ravus throb with arousal, he's ready to go as well.]

Yes, your apartment, take me. [He commands. Gladio takes care of the check, and Ravus lets him as if eh expects men to spend extravagant amounts of money to woo him. From the looks of his apartment, he's assuming Gladio can handle it.

The valet brings the car around, that damned car that is basically sex on wheels.]

Put the roof up. [Because he's absolutely going to be feeling Gladio up on the ride home, and the rest of the world doesn't get to see that.]