Ravus makes a soft noise as Preompto's hand tips his chin from his shoulder. It's curious and placid, his expression one of contentment despite the thumping of his heart. He regards the blond's gentle gaze with the same soft pleasure, and doesn't seem altogether startled by the fact Prompto kisses him. He returns the warm press with the same leisurely affection.

His real hand follows his spine up to gingerly cradle the nap of Prompto's neck as he draws back just enough to meet those bright eyes. There's a dusting of pink across his cheeks that he can't attribute to their training.

"Do I take this to mean you fancy me?"