's not my fault you're so easily wound up. [Yes, maybe Ravus had been a little provocative at the bar, but Gladiolus was an adult, he could control himself.]

And I've not drunk so much I'd forget having propositioned you, so cease your lying.

[They've had some awkward meetings in the house and gardens since that first night, but Ravus has given no such indications before tonight. Gladio's accusations rankle.

He leaves his pants leg as it is. His wound is fine for now, and if Gladiolus wants him unclothed, he'll need a better excuse than that. Ravus isn't going to add any fuel to this fire of supposed seduction attempts.]