Prompto is so amazed by the situation at hand that all he can do is attempt a small smile and wave over to his boyfriends in the kitchen, at least so they know everything is ok. Not that they wouldn't be able to tell otherwise, given everyone's thoughts on Ravus and the knowledge of Prompto's training. Still, he figures the reassurance is good. Or maybe he's attempting to feign some level of confidence in a bid to soften the future teasing he knows will come from this situation. There's no hiding the blush on his cheeks. Or Ravus' distinct lack of top.

The boy decides to just tuck the coat around him and go for the ride. He quietly watches the scenery around them, settling in those strong arms more with every passing second.

Prompto snaps to attention at the rumbling of Ravus' chest, and the words that come with it. "Oh..." the smallest of smiles come to his face. Trees around them, the river ahead... "It's so nice out here. This is perfect."