Honestly, he should wait until Ravus is in a slightly better state of mind to answer these questions. Look at the poor fool - all wide eyed and probably barely able to take in what Ignis is saying. That's the look of a man being flirted with, for goodness's sake.

At least his grip eases up... although maybe that is a bad thing, as he suddenly lurches forward. Ignis's hand drops quickly from his mouth, bracing against Ravus's shoulder.

"Ah - careful, now, you silly thing," he scolds lightly, no true bite to it. It's a relief that the words are not accompanied by the shifting green of gas. "Yes, I suppose I will forgive you... but only if you promise not to make any more deals such as this. We shall provide you with all you need, if you merely ask for it."

Ravus will probably forget this entire conversation, but oh well.