"Apologies, I had not realized this was swoon-worthy." It's only halfway to a joke, considering he truly had not been aware. But realizing it has affected Noctis so makes him huff a soft, amused sound. He noses into downy, dark locks, and takes in the same comfort of warmth and scent. The teasing with it is enough to make him feel like he's back home, and he's just a teenager comforting his dear sister's little friend after a long day of healers attending to his injury.

He doesn't want it to end. But Noctis insists, and that soft teething at such delicate skin reminds him they're far older now. Thankfully, Ravus doesn't equate the extra heat to anything besides the press of their bodies. His own changes have made plenty of things internal, but given he's not tested any of it, he hasn't a clue. Still.

Ravus shifts Noctis from his lap, but not away from him entirely. Instead, he tucks the younger against his side, so that contact isn't lost, but perhaps it's not so charged. And where he needs only duck down a bit to kiss Noctis' temples with chaste affection.

"You should consider what sort of date you might enjoy though. My intent, and way of apologizing for this, both."