"Wouldn't count you out of that just because you don't spit spicy green stuff, man."

Well, at the very least it seems Ardyn has chosen to behave for now. Prompto's hackles- chocobo feathers?- remain up, but there's proof in the fact his life just got saved that he isn't on the guy's menu for anything horrible or dangerous.

For now. He chews on his lower lip, trying to keep thinking about his and Gladio's talk. He wants to be the boogeyman. So taking that away is power in and of itself, right? There's no trap to set or prophecy in this world. The part that remains difficult to settle for Prompto is just what to do with someone capable of the horrible things he witnessed and experienced firsthand. How to shrug off the fear that comes with his memories. To quiet the deluge of terrified what-ifs buzzing through his head like a swarm of angry insects.

"Was just in the area. Riiiiight. That's the sorta goofy excuse people use for pickup lines in bad cartoons!" Never mind the fact Prompto absolutely used the same tactic himself once with Cindy when he kept showing back up around her at Hammerhead. It definitely didn't work.

"What, not fun enough to watch that freak thing eat me? Pfft."