Ravus thinks there's something there behind the ever-so slight hesitance, brief as it is. Maybe it's the way those striking golden eyes seem to evaluate his offer with such a critical lens. The way it makes Ravus wonder just what turns the disjointed cogs in Ardyn's head. He can't say for certain, given people have never been his strongest suit, but the spark of curiosity is there. Along with the low, distant rumble of thunder in his mind that reminds him of the other occupant now residing in his soul.

"The offer remains for however long it needs be," Ravus says, firm, but not demanding of acknowledgment. "Though I imagine the cold has become a familiar blight for the both of us, regardless of... other interferences." They've both been in Niflheim long enough to adapt to the bone-chilling environment, he suspects.

Though he does immediately regret extending the courtesy, because Ardyn just has to make it weird, doesn't he? Ravus immediately fumbles when he's winked at and presented with the clearly lewd offer. Even he can't miss that innuendo.

And yet... Ravus may feel the heat creep up to his face again, but there's curiosity buzzing in his thoughts. There's no proper frame of reference for something as vivid as a fantasy, but for once, there's a nebulous sort of want that floats along his thoughts, as gossamer as mist, and just as intangible. He can't quite meet golden eyes any longer, and pretends the trees just over Ardyn's shoulder are a better focus.

"I- I don't quite think myself qualified for such, err- alternative forms of keeping warm."