Things I say to specs to get him off my ass don't count.

[Pointedly as he continues to allow his fingers to lazily touch and explore Prompto's body over his clothes. Itching to do a little more, but wholly content to keep it like this for now.

However when he exhales there is a hint of annoyance on his breath.]

Why can't you just believe me when I say things? You're just hot. You're not anti-anything, except anti-sense. I think you're hot, you'd think that would mean something or whatever.