[He laughs;It's a little harsh, but that's just how Gladio is. The man stretches and stands up from the bed to go to Noctis' dresser, pulling open the top drawer to look for shorts and a tshirt he can work out it. Iggy's cleaned, laundered and folded them in the same spot, as usual.]

I've got four more hours of work to do and the King riding my ass about how your training is coming along. No time for a fairy tale wake-up today, Noct.

[Oh look you're up. Tossing that shirt at you now, Prince.]