No, that's just it. He does. He has to be in control at all points, across every twitch of his nerves, every spike of emotion. Because every slip has been punished to a severity he could only learn from. If not the physical pain inflicted on him for stepping out of line, forgetting his place as an outsider, then for something far worse. How easy it was to threaten Lunafreya where only Ravus would know her suffering to come. The choke chain they had around his throat for so many years, that even free of it, he's always expecting the tightening down.

So being told to take what he wants feels like a trap. Being told to want something at all is so foreign a thought. Ravus stumbles over the question. When was the last time he wanted anything for himself? Maybe when he was a child, and wanted to be Lunafreya's knight. When he wanted to take up the tradition of House Fleuret and dutifully protect his Oracle. But beyond that, the selfishness of wanting he has kept hidden and silent. Wanting Lunafreya to be happy and free. But is that what Ardyn means? What Aranea meant? Probably not.

So he stands there, bewildered and unsure.

"I... I don't know." Honest, always painfully honest. "I'm not sure I know how to. My wants and joys has always been in service to another."