Hast has been an interesting foray for someone like Ravus. It's the sort of place he's only really heard about at the edges of mineral mining reports that filtered through his office in Niflheim. So experiencing it first-hand does make him skeptical of dates here, but, well, all new experiences seem to be surprising him. It's been going well enough so far.

Noctis takes his hand, and Ravus blinks down at their twined claws. His heart does a little flip beneath his ribs, and he glances off briefly when he feels the edges of his lips curl into the faintest smile. Gingerly, he squeezes the younger prince's hand, and obediently follows after.

"Perhaps not, but this is not a traditional situation we do find ourselves in." Which is to say, he's not opposed, nor does he seem to mind. If anything, Ravus already seems content. "What exactly did you have in mind then?"