"Yeah. Kind of hard not to." That thing taunted him for what felt like hours, before he got his ass saved by Ignis' sharpened hearing and Gladio's quick thinking, and they found Prompto. He looks at the bracelets, not wanting to admit he's curious, but... that curiosity is quickly replaced by a chill that goes down his spine.

"Of course it would," he muttered. Because it's Ardyn. The guy who's dead set on making their lives miserable just to get to Noctis and kill them both in one fell swoop. He placed the mug in his hands, half-emptied, on the table in front of them. Just so he wouldn't have the excuse of being distracted by it as he turned slightly to look to his best friend as he continued.

There's an argument in the way his eyes glowed, but he saved it for now. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.