[Ravus flops down into the bed and drags a hand across his face.] I heard no complaints last time.
[He grumbles, but accepts the plate. Berries and slices of fruit are carefully selected and nibbled at. When Gladio returns, Ravus follows up the mango with a strawberry held to Gladio's lips for the taking.]
It's been a satisfactory fulfillment of a promise. [Ravus won't say 'perfect', if only because he wants to leave Gladio room for improvement. Besides, he has the feeling that any inch Gladio is given will be pressed until it becomes a mile. He delivers the assessment with a haughty air, but he is also leaning in toward Gladio, tracing his lips with one finger to wipe away the shimmering blend of fruit juice and saliva.]
no subject
[He grumbles, but accepts the plate. Berries and slices of fruit are carefully selected and nibbled at. When Gladio returns, Ravus follows up the mango with a strawberry held to Gladio's lips for the taking.]
It's been a satisfactory fulfillment of a promise. [Ravus won't say 'perfect', if only because he wants to leave Gladio room for improvement. Besides, he has the feeling that any inch Gladio is given will be pressed until it becomes a mile. He delivers the assessment with a haughty air, but he is also leaning in toward Gladio, tracing his lips with one finger to wipe away the shimmering blend of fruit juice and saliva.]