[Ravus had gone this entire semester without a massage? That bordered on barbaric, especially given the stress of doing graduate work while also doing the work of a TA for multiple classes.

Gladio decides he'll be Ravus' masseuse, but he'd tell the man that later. Much later. Preferably tomorrow.

He lets out a pleased rumble, chuckling low in his throat, as he puts the first leg back into the soothing water and reverently lifts the other.]

I like a lot of things. [Soft kisses grace each toe and the foot's sole.] I like books, movies, theater, cars, you... [A kiss brushes Ravus' ankle as Gladio's fingers begin digging into the muscles there.

And ever the romantic, he can't stop himself from making his request for the morrow.]

If it so pleases you, Highness [A flirtatious wink follows the honorific.], I'd love to have you all to myself tomorrow.

[And the next day. And all the ones that follow.

The massage continues, expert hands making short work of Ravus' lower leg and finally working the meat of his milky thigh.]