Noctis frowns as Prompto keeps talking, finally just leaning in to pepper gentle kisses across his shoulders, down between the rows of spines as far as he can reach. His free arm curls lightly around the blond's waist and he hums a curious, sleepy sound against pale skin.

"Turning.... into a dragon." Mused quietly and then Noctis just leans his cheek against the top of Prompto's shoulder, glancing up at him sidelong. "That sounds insane, dude. You know that right?"

But it's not exactly disbelieving.

"It wasn't a dream exactly. I don't even know if it was a dragon. And I was more focused on the whole getting stabbed through the chest with the weapon of some great great great great grandfather's ghost. That hurts like a bitch y'know?"