Noct is glad not to give up the contact, curling in close against Ravus' side, humming softly at the press of another kiss to his temple. It's sweet and affectionate and... far less likely to embarrass either of them.

The idea that Ravus feels there needs to be any sort of apology for this, though, sits poorly with him. Sure maybe he's too romantic to want to get carried away like this but that's still nothing to apologize for. "You're not doing anything to apologize to me." And the pout in his voice, the way Noctis wrinkles his nose, makes it clear just how distasteful he finds the idea.

"But I will...... try to think of something for a date. This place is pretty boring as a whole so we're gonna have to come up with something on our own." He huffs a sigh but pulls his legs up onto the couch next to him, twisting to lean against Ravus more fully and support his bad leg which is gradually reminding him that there's a reason he's not supposed to be on his knees. "And I uh.... I'll have to talk to the guys."