Noctis sat there, listening for a while as he tried to piece together what the hell Prompto is trying to say because he's rambling and rambling only pieces a few things together. Especially in their current state like what the fuck is he even-?

"Whoa, slooow down there buddy." He knows his name literally translates into quicksilver from Old Lucian but come on, man. Work with him a little. "Who thinks that?"

It doesn't really matter if he answered that, though. Mostly because Noct's hand then slid to Prompto's other shoulder as he gently pulled the chocobutt into a hug. "And I haven't spoiled you. You're one of us."