But approach the older man did, looked rather exhausted and irritable himself. While he was happy to have his family back by his side, and in a way happy to have Regis back... the prince at this age was a handful.

"Prompto, a word?" He asked, though his tone suggested there was no room for the blond to deny the request. Clarus didn't sit, instead standing before Prompto. From a strategic standpoint he was blocking the young man from making a quick forward exit, and if he tried to bolt to a side he could grab him. His stance was also probably a bit intimidating, sturdy and tall and almost looming as he was. There wasn't the familiar gleam of kindness in his eyes, but the cold calculating look of the King's Shield and adviser.