The thump of a thick, muscled tail against the doorframe makes the skittish Prompto jump in place a little, enough that he accidentally drops the blanket fully. He's shirtless, and thankfully in a pair of boxer shorts on (or the closest approximation he can have, in this world). His wing-nubs twitch, causing him to wince before the panic really sets in. Now Ravus sees him. He might also note the obvious stretch marks all along his belly.

He yelps, snatching the blanket back up to tighten around him- which only presses against all his new appendages and draws out a choked, pained cry from his throat. Prompto takes a moment to steady his breathing and focus on it, close, closer, until he can think again past pain and panic.

"No, it's not that..." But. Wait. Did Ravus just say he would defend his honor? Like an entire knight from a high fantasy movie? Why the heck does the intensity of it crash into him like a bowling ball to the chest? The conviction behind those words is tangible. Prompto genuinely needs a second to catch his breath before he continues.

"I don't want people to see me. My..." His voice takes on an edge of disdain. "My body. I don't wanna miss training, big man. Even if everything hurts so bad. But that means going out there with nothing on up top, cause of all this weird spiky stuff."