Well, what he'd really planned on doing was getting up first so that he could help Ravus onto his feet, but it is what it is if he rises first. And... suddenly reaches down to haul Ignis upwards as though he were a small bag of groceries, grip on his body quite firm.

Ignis blinks a few times, hand along Ravus's flesh bicep simply to reorient himself. "I could have gotten to my feet, yes, but still, I do appreciate the sentiment-"

It's Ravus. He's not wholly sure Ravus knows what the act of sexual self-care entails, so to speak. So he's not thinking too hard initially when that hand skims down his side and then back around. Initially, Ignis even thinks that he's simply trying to reach around him in order to lean, intoxicated as he is.

And then his ass is squeezed.

A normal person might simply jolt, or be shocked into a freeze themselves. Ignis has not been normal for a very long time. So his first reaction, towards a rather intimate and public act towards himself...

Is to grab the offending arm with both his own hands and twist himself beneath its reach while his foot kicks out rather violently to Ravus's knee in order to bring him down onto it. Ignis pauses in place, still holding onto Ravus's arm while forcing it into an uncomfortable angle, before he frowns somewhat severely.

"Really now, Ravus. I hadn't thought that you would be either a terribly clumsy or lecherous sort of drunk."