And not only was there confirmation that the gentleman in question had heard as Prompto glanced over in time to see him utterly fail at keeping a faint smirk down, but now there was a picture of it, too, because Prompto had, in that short amount of time and even with Noctra in his arms, managed to slip his camera out and snap a shot of it.

Perfect timing. And he snorted.

"Although, you know," he pointed out, taking a moment for an adjustment of the camera expertly on his hip before lifting it up and snagging a quick shot of Liliana, too, before the camera became victim, temporarily, to Noctra's always grabby hands, "the need for actual proof that he can smile is becoming less and less important these days, for some reason...."