Who would? No one, Ravus might have said once. Might have even said it a few hours ago until Ardyn had kissed him. And now maybe Noctis does too? The world is suddenly full of these oddly kind surprises. Ravus could very easily be suspicious of them. That nothing so good can come without so steep a price. But the haze over his thoughts, pervasive and buzzing at the back of his skull, make the paranoia quiet down. So quiet, in fact, that he can only make a soft sound at first, and lean into the petting. Touch has always been something of a sore point. Something that he's weak to, but rarely used as anything but punishment. He's been unlearning it, but the poison helps more than he cares to admit. Things he should consider. Things he doesn't while Noctis' fingers card through his silvery mane, and back along his cheek.

"Most, I should think," he says after a moment. "But you think otherwise. I don't rightly understand, but... It's not with complaint." Alright, so his face is a little red saying that, but it's not terrible.