"Heh," is the only initial reply in the form of a low chuckle. While Ardyn expected a bit more push back, he isn't going to be too upset about not actually receiving it. Being able to get away with things like this is fun. And, he admits, it's been a bit since he allowed himself just a bit of harmless mischief. Gross, sure, but ultimately harmless.

"A lot of reasons. But that didn't exactly sound like a complaint either," Ardyn notes, unable to refrain from teasing a little. Still, he isn't entirely cruel. Instead of warm breath and tongue tickling Ravus next time, it's cool to the touch. Not ice cold just yet but he knows too drastic a temperature change could cause some issue.

The shove of his snout gets a huff of icy air through his nostrils. He reaches out his long tongue to waggle at Ravus just out of reach now from the (admittedly feeble) push. The dragon draws it back in though and instead bunts his head into Ravus' hand when he pushes again.