If Ardyn Izunia was messing with him, it was an extremely strange way to go about it. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed less likely.

"Sorry. I'm running on a serious lack of sleep." Prompto apologized, properly and ran fingers through his hair. He was just as disarmed as the man next to him, but he wasn't entirely helpless, if it came down to it.

"Thanks for your help, anyway." He smiled. "So! Where should we go then?"