[Gladio does take a short moment to appreciate the dumbfounded look on Ravus' face, wishing he could capture that look in a photograph just for posterity, before attempting to respond.

And now that he's drained his glass of wine, he resumes the foot massage. Because there is bound to be some soreness too and all those little muscles and tendons need to be fully worked and relaxed.]

Who even told you those definitions? Almost every person knows about that kind of short-hand.

[Wait, that part doesn't matter. What matters is Ravus being offended at the supposed method of communication but not being offended that Gladio thought he wanted to fuck again.

That part is definitely more important.]

So you're saying that you would try seduction instead of a text, if you were interested in a repeat... [Considering the act in the bar, Gladio wonders what Ravus' attempts at such subtlety might look like. And he's too focused on working out this one, final knot in the man's foot to stop himself from finishing the thought aloud.]

How would I know if you were trying to seduce me? I mean, I thought that your whole fruit-sucking thing was an attempt but you shot that down fast.