[Ravus takes his seat as if it were a throne, and he absolutely takes a sip of the drink before anything else. Yum. He lowers the glass and raises an eyebrow at Gladio.]
Don't dress yourself yet. Sit. If this tastes as good as it looks, I will need to kiss the cook.
[His eyes flick down to the very little territory the apron covers. Kiss the cock, he might as well have said.
He turns to his plate and slowly cuts a bite-sized morsel of pancake with all of the toppings. He brings it to his lips with teasing sense of leisure. Anticipation is such an important part of seduction, after all.]
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Don't dress yourself yet. Sit. If this tastes as good as it looks, I will need to kiss the cook.
[His eyes flick down to the very little territory the apron covers. Kiss the cock, he might as well have said.
He turns to his plate and slowly cuts a bite-sized morsel of pancake with all of the toppings. He brings it to his lips with teasing sense of leisure. Anticipation is such an important part of seduction, after all.]