"Well not anymore." Is the immediate retort, hands squishing Ravus' face slightly as though he can make the man look at him if he just holds on a little tighter. It's silly and playful and followed by a dramatic sigh and something dangerously close to a giggle. Noct just leans back into Ravus after releasing his face, though, predatory eyes flicking down to watch the color that spreads over his cheeks, focused on the warmth there.

"Wait.... are you jealous?" He tilts his head, pressing in even closer so he can look down at the silver. He really is beautiful and the flush on his pale skin is enticing in a way that Noct isn't entirely sure is a strictly human impulse. And perhaps there is some part of him, the sullen spoiled prince he insists he is not, that can't help sulking a bit. Dressed up in fancy scarves and pale fur, half naked in his lap and Ravus is concerned about who Ignis is kissing. It's there in his tone but only slightly, he does try his hardest not to be biting about it but there's a hint of it that he can't quite squash.

"Y'know someone might be hurt, dressed up and in your lap and you're whining about someone else's kissing habits." Not him, of course. No no. Not hurt at all. Just...... sulking.