As Ivelia kept her silence, Raven stood at the edge of the dais like a man deciding whether or not to pet a tiger.
Oh, and that tiger just happened to be a glowing goddess surrounded by an aura of divine dread disguised as moonlight.
The problem was that she still hadn't said yes to the whole getting-closer thing.
So, he took a breath and decided that it was time to make his move.
"You know…" He said casually, with the tone of a man talking about the weather, "I've never actually seen a goddess up close before. Would it be alright if I…?"
He trailed off, lifting a hand halfway, gesturing vaguely toward Ivelia's slumbering, radiant form on the altar.
There was a pause, long enough that Raven wondered if he'd overplayed it.
Then Ivelia's voice echoed from the walls, serene and watchful. "Why?"