Prompto can feel the sparks that fly right as their lips meet. He basks in the way Ravus presses back, and so softly cradles his neck in his hand. Oh. He likes it. The look in his eyes, the blush on his cheeks, so telling they destroy any doubts in the skittish blond's mind before they can even crop up.

Prompto's own heart starts thundering off to the races, his own cheeks going a deep shade. What an old fashioned way to say it, too. Fancy him... Like a knight from a fairy tale, to a princess.

"Y...Yeah, it does." He offers a slightly lovestruck little grin. "I can do it again if you need to double check."