The contact from Prompto earned him a rare smile from the blind man, but that fell into a low huff when felt the familiar and comforting weight of his glasses being moved away from his face. While he wasn't exactly self-conscious about the scarring anymore, he did prefer someone warn him when they planned on taking them from him. He would argue and say it was just courteous but he knew who'd taken them and he would never accuse Gladio of something so heinous as being courteous.

That didn't mean he didn't grumble a bit under his breath about it, though. In mock retaliation, he let his nails dig into the skin just under his fingers before he deftly undid Gladio's pants so he could find more skin to torment.

"Heavens forbid anyone doubts the King's virtue."