[Ravus tries to relax into the tub and sip at his wine, but every hard press into his tense muscles has him gripping tight around the glass. The man is thorough. Ravus can feel the tension being forced out of his body.]

I suppose...it could please me...to clear out my calendar.

[The whole day is written off as 'hybernating' in his planner, but Gladio doesn't need his head to get any bigger. The man is already massive.]

I am, essentially, offering you a carte blanche. I hope you do not presume I do so often.