[Ravus lifts his hips so Gladio can strip him.]

Straight to the main course, you uncultured barbarian. [He teases with words as Gladio teases with feather-light touches on his cock.] At least you appreciate a fine cut of meat when you find one.

[Humble, Ravus is not. He knows he's not just a snack, he's a fine dining experience.] Go on, then. Eat your fill. I'm trapped here at your mercy.