Prompto is quick to reply, turning around until his knees are on the cushions, ass in the air, arms folded on top of the back of the couch. He rested his head over his arms in an angle where he could still see what was going on with Noctis and Ignis. He snickered a little at Gladio's threat, pleased that the others backed him up. Prompto kind of wanted to tease their king more, but Gladio's words were the perfect last words for Noctis to think about until he said what they all wanted.