[Probably for the best that Gladio is closing his eyes, because Ravus' face is fully red now. That idiot, what is he thinking, using the 'L' word on him? It has only been two months! Ravus is almost tempted to flee the room, just to give himself space and time to process.

But Gladiolus is setting there, looking like he's given up, so Ravus steels himself and firmly pushes the hasty confession out of mind for now.]

I just told you to stop presuming you know what I feel. [Has he given Gladio reason to doubt his faithfulness, or cause to believe him unsatisfied with their arrangement? Ravus snorts. He has not, and Gladiolus is making unjust accusations about the veracity of his affections.]

If I choose to leave you, you'll know it, Gladiolus.

[He crosses his arms, still fuming that Gladio thinks him such a poor lover that Gladio cannot count on him.]

You sound as though you want me to assign you some quest of devotion to win back my trust. This isn't a fairy tale. There are no such things. If you wish to 'make amends', swear to me that you'll not repeat your same idiocy again and then stop wallowing. It sickens me to see you acting like some meek lamb resigned to the slaughter. The lover I chose is Gladiolus Amicitia, a warrior of renown and Shield to the King. The man before me now is acting like neither.