He does know better at this point, but let a man dream. There has to be some alternate dimension somewhere out there where his embarrassment escapes notice. But alternate Ravus doesn't get to experience that teasing smile, so really, who is the lucky one here?

Theoretical existences aside, Ravus simply waits to be instructed, fondly watching the way Ignis so gently interacts with his mates. There's a softness to his gaze that he turns to Ignis when he's addressed. He's quiet a beat, before realizing he ought to answer properly. So to the question, he nods once, and then flicks his gaze to Noctis.

"Noctis has already taken to using me as one often enough. I do not mind." Said, for someone who simply doesn't mind, awfully fond. Equally fond, he continues as he shifts his gaze to the scrappy blond tangled with him. "Just as well, Prompto tends to clamber onto me at any opportunity. It will not be terribly different, I imagine."