And there was a faint grunt of regret in Prompto's throat as he waffled a bit on an answer, because he knew...he hoped, anyway...that if he really insisted that she didn't, she'd respect that. She should respect that, and if she didn't, then they'd have some problems, but at the same time, did he really want to be that guy? He definitely didn't, but there was no way this could possibly turn out well for him.

So he sucked in a breath and resigned himself to the fate he'd somehow managed to work himself into a corner with. "Yeah," he said, "that means, like, I wouldn't mind if you did."