Ravus nods. While fastidious, he's always mitigated blood stains on his typical white Tenebraen raiment by simply maintaining the leather's coating, or in various armor that could simply be washed down. His furs in Niflheim rarely saw combat. After all, none had ever breached the dark crater that housed the capital in anything but small, insignificant numbers. And while he'd trained under Drautos, he'd never been allowed the colors of Tenebrae. Not until he'd well earned his place among the higher officers. Black and red easily hid blood.

More importantly though, Ardyn takes the offer to hold his hand. Ravus is just glad to be slightly ahead of him so perhaps the deep flush that colors his cheeks isn't so obvious at this angle. Really, it shouldn't effect him so much, but it's these small, sweet gestures that strike him so effectively. Ravus is a man of grand romance, all culminations of such tender gestures. It's hard not to be moved by them, swept up in something as soft as holding hands.

"I don't mind," Ravus says about the emotional outbursts. He's always been a man ruled by his heart, not matter how much he's tried to close it off. How could he ever judge someone for acting so powerfully on their own hearts too? Everything he's ever done in life has been a labor of love, after all. It's not always worked out, but none could ever accuse Ravus of being untrue or dishonest to his feelings. What he loves, he will die for. And what he hates, he will kill for. Simple extremes. He can appreciate Ardyn's too, he thinks.

"While I encourage you not to have us banned from most of the town... I... It did feel nice to be defended. I've not considered what it might be like to be on the receiving end of it before. So, yes, I'll consider it charming. I think you should as well." Ravus glances to him with a bit of a wry slant to his lips, and yes, still a bit of that blush as well.