[Ravus shakes his head slowly as Gladio jerks and bumps his knee. Dear, dear Gladiolus. It seems he just won't have the focus to enjoy this lovely breakfast until Ravus takes care of him. Well, Gladio has been so indulgent of Ravus this past evening. Perhaps he can show a little mercy.]

You wanton creature. It seems you can't fill your stomach properly until I've filled your ass.

[He sets down his fork and pats his napkin across his lips.]

Fine. Clear this table-- carefully, I want nothing broken-- and lay yourself out.