Ron let out a choked gasp. He could feel his heart racing and he wanted to shift uncomfortably, but at the same time, he felt frozen to the spot. This flattery, Ivan's forwardness, his deft fingers... No, he didn't think he could handle it on top of everything else. But he stayed still anyway.

"Hihh...! Erm, y-you really m-mean it...?" he asked shyly, trying to distract himself to the best of his ability. "E-Even so, I don't th-think I compare to you, not a-at all... Hee..."

Ivan was impossibly attractive to the thief, but to top that all off, his voice was smooth and calming. If there was anyone he wanted to stay with for the rest of the day, Ivan managed to top his memory of Desirée by far - or perhaps that was the work of the Cupid Bots. Who could say? Regardless, though he also tried to calm himself while in Ivan's presence, Ron remained mindful of his increasingly intimate touch. Way too many things that made him want to melt...