With all the graceless countenance of a drunken, kicked dog, Ravus pouts at him about that line. The 'I told you so' is clear, but Ravus makes a low, guilty sound anyway.
"I am aware, yes," he says with a sullen timbre, and tries to ignore the way his patron giggles from just over Ignis' shoulder. Still... Ignis doesn't seem anywhere near as furious as Ravus expects. There's a measure of grace given, and Ravus can't bear to squander it, even with the world spinning, and shame burning the back of his throat. So he tries his hardest to do as he's asked, and desperately tries to keep his swimming vision from wandering away from those beautiful forest-green eyes.
"Smitten as a robin in spring, arenae ye?"
The fact Ravus manages not to snarl, but to stay on task, might prove that statement more than he'd like to admit. Ignis has asked him of something. It will be done. It's as simple as that in his mind. The most clear thought he's had so far.
"My work here is done then! I'll be seeing you again soon, precious sapling!" And when the fae winks out of existence, Ravus lets the tension out of his muscles where Ignis' hand lays. Thankfully, the magitek arm doesn't budge again without his input.
Normally, that would be all. He'd pick himself up with or without assitance, and crush down any emotion that might be misconstrued as weakness or doubt. But against his better judgement, and with the not-quite-courage provided by not being able to overthink, Ravus glances down briefly to his arm, where the flowers have wilted some with his mood. Then his focus comes back to Ignis again.
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"I am aware, yes," he says with a sullen timbre, and tries to ignore the way his patron giggles from just over Ignis' shoulder. Still... Ignis doesn't seem anywhere near as furious as Ravus expects. There's a measure of grace given, and Ravus can't bear to squander it, even with the world spinning, and shame burning the back of his throat. So he tries his hardest to do as he's asked, and desperately tries to keep his swimming vision from wandering away from those beautiful forest-green eyes.
"Smitten as a robin in spring, arenae ye?"
The fact Ravus manages not to snarl, but to stay on task, might prove that statement more than he'd like to admit. Ignis has asked him of something. It will be done. It's as simple as that in his mind. The most clear thought he's had so far.
"My work here is done then! I'll be seeing you again soon, precious sapling!" And when the fae winks out of existence, Ravus lets the tension out of his muscles where Ignis' hand lays. Thankfully, the magitek arm doesn't budge again without his input.
Normally, that would be all. He'd pick himself up with or without assitance, and crush down any emotion that might be misconstrued as weakness or doubt. But against his better judgement, and with the not-quite-courage provided by not being able to overthink, Ravus glances down briefly to his arm, where the flowers have wilted some with his mood. Then his focus comes back to Ignis again.
"You... you know I am not like that, don't you?"