That look of wonder, and perhaps something more, catches Ravus off guard. Whatever he's been expecting, this clearly isn't it. While he can acknowledge that in some ways, he thinks Prompto has taken a shine to him, it's never been with the assumption that it's been anything more than the way one could look up to their instructor. A source of something wanted, something admired. Of something to be gained. That's just the way things are. Transactional moments he may gain or lose from, navigated by emotions he barely tolerates. At least, up until recently.

But it's hard to convince himself of all that with how Prompto looks at him now. Asking nothing of him but to care for him. Gaze falling over his form that is so much more than the appraisal of a weapon or tool.

Ravus swallows hard, and glances off. As he pretends the light shimmering off the water is far more interesting, his tail swishes through the current with a slow wagging. He's also struggling for something to say to the kind offer that won't betray the tangle of his thoughts. What he ends up with is... Something.

“I... I seem to have forgotten to bring soap.”

Amazing.