"Yeah, doesn't really look like it. Careful. He may end up taking a liking to that guy over you," Noctis teased before shrugging. "No idea. He left before I woke up this morning. Probably running around taking pictures."

And hopefully not getting himself in trouble.

The feel of Gladio's hand slipping down and squeezing his arse like that has Noctis shifting, pressing closer to the other man's side as he gently elbows him.

"Don't start that here, asshole."