[raven is wearing pants, and they are fancy--they're black and they're tight and they hug his ass really well. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and winds both hands around dante's neck and into his hair, touching his horns]

Are you... are we... really going to do this, right here?

[not that raven seems particularly hesitant, necessarily... maybe a tad shy. but from the way his eyes are roaming over dante with an unmistakable hunger, it's only a little bit of shyness]